Lin Fei'er was a northerner. She was tall and beautiful and wore high heels. In comparison, Su Wan, who wore flat slippers and was shorter than her by a head.
Moreover, Lin Fei'er's facial features were more profound. Her wavy hair gave her a charming queen's temperament.
Now, she hugged Su Wan and sobbed without any form of image.
"Wan… You're still alive… You're still alive."
Her Wan was still alive!
What kind of feeling was this?!
Even though she knew the answer two hours ago, when she saw the real person, that kind of excitement felt as if it came out of her heart.
It rushed all the way to her limbs and bones.
It was full of joy.
…
Su Wan reached out and hugged Lin Fei'er. She rested her head on her shoulder and rubbed on it.
"Alright, alright. You won't be beautiful if you cry until your makeup is off? My queen, please don't cry."
