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The corridor was dimly lit, but the room was suffused with light, all of it shining on Rong Shengsheng's figure, making her cheeks look like a peeled egg—smooth and white. Even her already beautiful eyes were filled with spirit, stunning and captivating.
Lan Xiyu had been worried about his leg, but now his attention was entirely on Rong Shengsheng.
He watched the woman in front of him in disbelief, his thoughts freezing in place, and it took a long while for his eyelashes to flutter.
"You... you're Rong Wanwan? Why are you here?"
He had met Rong Wanwan before, but the person in his memory was an arrogant and unruly young mistress of a wealthy family; however, the woman in front of him now had a gentle appearance, and her face bore not a trace of sharpness.
Rong Shengsheng raised her head and noticed Lan Xiyu's astonished gaze. She didn't find it strange, because everyone who saw her true face would think she was Rong Wanwan...
Why did others think she was Rong Wanwan?
