"Lin Xian?"
This elderly woman with white hair was filled with shock and confusion in her eyes.
But in the end, she looked closely and finally confirmed the identity of the person before her!
The two pistols she was holding in her left and right hands clattered to the ground, and she took two slow steps forward, her wrinkled hands cradling Lin Xian's face.
Her eyes instantly moistened,
"You're Lin Xian, but... how can you still be alive?"
"[I even attended your funeral!]"
The voice of Her Majesty was choked with emotion,
"And... why are you so young? What... what on earth happened to you?"
"You were this age, this appearance, when you died. Why are you still the same now? Am I... am I dreaming?"
As the moonlight streaming through the bay window shone upon this queen, Lin Xian could finally see her face clearly.
Unfamiliar.
Yet with a hint of familiarity.
