Leng Ling stared at the woman before her.
The amorous peach blossom eyes seemed to be covered by a mask, and this made Leng Ling seem to see a face that had appeared in her dreams countless times throughout these years
Her mouth opened in shock, and for a moment, she couldn't believe her ears.
But the next moment, she pushed Shen Ruojing away. "You're pretending to be her again. Get lost!"
However, Leng Ling who had exhausted her strength was not Shen Ruojing's match at this moment.
Shen Ruojing just continued slowly, "That Christmas, in order to conceal something, we built a snowman. Remember what we used to make the nose for the snowman?"
Leng Ling stared at her and had a vague nervous look on her face.
Shen Ruojing continued, "The handle of your dagger."
Leng Ling had a very beautiful dagger with a red handle.
That year, when they built the snowman, there was no carrot, so they had to use her dagger.
