Xuan Ying’s eyes suddenly shrank as he stared at Xia Ling in a daze.
Xia Ling seemed to have been reborn in the past three years. Her light purple dress pinched her soft and charming body. Her temperament had become much gentler. The beauty of the peaceful years made her whole body like water. Wisps of fragrance were alluring.
Xuan Ying had imagined the reunion of the two people countless times in his mind. He would never dare to imagine that one day she would be so radiant and stand in front of him.
She was living very well.
Mu Yutang saw Xuan Ying staring at Xia Ling without blinking. She whispered, “Ling Ling, isn’t this the silver-masked king? Do You Know Him?”
Xia Ling slowly stopped in her tracks. Her beautiful eyes fell on Xuan Ying’s handsome face. She curled her red lips. “Yes, an old friend... silver-masked king. Hello, long time no see.”
