The sound came entirely unexpected.
Si Fuqing's pupils contracted abruptly, her gaze shifting instantly.
Yet, her face remained calm. "Madam?"
"Little Nine." Moon Embroidery's brows furrowed deeply, her voice rising in confusion and agitation. "You're Little Nine, but... weren't you dead? How could you possibly be... What on earth is going on?!"
Si Fuqing fell silent this time.
In fact, Yuejian suddenly addressing her this way left her feeling quite bewildered.
Despite the differences in age, identity, and not a trace of resemblance in appearance, she hadn't displayed any abnormal behavior. How did her third senior sister recognize her?
Was it merely a guess?
