"How could this be... How could it be him!"
Wan Xian'Er stared at Xiao Ying'er in utter astonishment. The man Xiao Ying'er had drawn was countless times more handsome than the one in her memory. He was not only tall but also possessed a faint, noble air.
But she could be certain—this man was Mu Chen! The very figure she had revered and yearned for over three long years! But! But how could Xiao Ying'er know what he looked like? She had never seen him before, not even once.
'Could it be...'
At that thought, Wan Xian'Er flickered and vanished from the Immortal Shadow Hall. When she reappeared, she was in a side chamber of the hall where Yalan lived. The lights inside were still on, indicating Yalan hadn't gone to sleep yet.
"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK."
Out of courtesy, Wan Xian'Er knocked, despite the frantic anxiety burning within her.
"CLICK."
The door opened. Yalan was drying her damp hair with a towel. Seeing Wan Xian'Er, she asked in confusion, "My lady, what brings you here?"
