At this moment, Wen Ting was noticeably different from the person Qi Yue had met before. She was wearing a long white gown, her black hair had somehow turned fiery red, cascading down her back like flames. Her enchantingly beautiful face held an expression of pain that made her seem incredibly pitiable. She now possessed more than her past charm -- she had gained an extraordinary allure. In Qi Yue's memory, only Rain Eye, Ru Yue, and Ming Ming could rival her. However, the impression Wen Ting gave him was completely different. Compared to the other three women, she seemed more vulnerable now.
She struggled to open her eyes, and when Wen Ting's gaze met Qi Yue's, a gentle smile surfaced on her pretty face. "Qi Yue, I knew that you would come sooner or later."
After a brief moment of shock, Qi Yue still found it hard to believe what he was seeing. "Why? Wen Ting, how can you be here?"
