"She's here!" Erlang God looked at Su Hang with a meaningful gaze and said.
That meaningful look—what did it imply?
Su Hang muttered to himself silently, seeing a stunning sword light flying towards them, followed by a white-haired lady landing on the ground.
Her skin was as white as snow, her features delicate, just like a girl holding a paper umbrella in the misty rain of Jiangnan.
"Li... Xiaowei!" Su Hang looked at her full head of white hair, her despondent expression, and felt a pang of discomfort in his heart.
He had once been engaged to Li Xiaowei, and she was meant to become his wife.
But fate played cruel tricks, and due to Li Zhenguang's scheming, Li Xiaowei had annulled their engagement while under control.
Plus, with Liu Qing carrying his child, the romance had faded into nothingness.
