If this old man wears Xiang Anning's clothes and necklace, it may not be enough to prove she is Xiang Anning. But when her voice sounds exactly like Xiang Anning's, Si Wuxie immediately believes that the old man in front of him is Xiang Anning.
"What happened? How did this happen? Anning, who did this?" Si Wuxie said, immediately sitting beside Xiang Anning.
He trembled as he reached out, holding Xiang Anning's old and unbearable face.
Despite being aged beyond recognition, her facial features still showed some resemblance to Xiang Anning's youthful appearance.
He couldn't believe that the person who was fine when leaving the house in the morning could age decades within half a day. Someone must have done this to her! Which bastard!
Seeing Xiang Anning unable to move and looking hideous, his heart ached so much it could break.
He tightly embraced Xiang Anning on the sofa, holding her with all his might.
