Xiao Mo looked at the woman before him, his expression holding a trace of unconcealed surprise.
This woman was a near-perfect double of Tushan Jing Ci. Her features, her demeanor, her figure—they were identical in every way.
It's said that no two leaves in the world are ever completely identical. Even twins never look exactly alike.
Yet this woman, apart from the color of her hair, was utterly indistinguishable from Jing Ci.
Jing Ci, by contrast, possessed a girlish liveliness and charm.
This woman, however, seemed to have transcended worldly concerns. She was as serene as still water, her entire being suffused with a cool, ethereal aura.
Moreover, the look in her eyes as she gazed at him held an indecipherable quality.
It was as if she had long heard of him—for a very, very long time—and was now finally meeting him in the flesh.
"You're Xiao Mo?"
