"..."
The hall suddenly fell silent.
Although Qin Lingyu had recovered her memory and power, she had been an assassin for many years, and her body was always alert.
No one could get close to her.
Let alone so intimately.
Qin Lingyu's body tensed slightly, and her heart began to beat "thump thump thump" at that moment.
Could it be...
The hand on her shoulder slowly slid down, finally clasping her hand, fingers interlocking.
The movement was skillful, without any awkwardness.
Qin Lingyu's fingers trembled slightly.
This hand was warm, like the Sun.
The discomfort Sara had brought her was completely swept away.
Sara tightened her fingers on the scepter, her face changing: "Yan!"
Twenty-second Sage Number Twenty, Sage Sun, Yan.
"Long time no see." The man wore a simple white shirt, clear and bright, "I've changed my name too, we're not so familiar that we can exchange names."
Sara's expression changed again.
