This woman's appearance and figure were exactly like hers!
The only difference was that the other had silver-gray long hair, enveloped by a chilling bone-piercing cold, as if a bloody aura spread from the depths of the netherworld, instilling fear in all who saw her.
Her pupils, too, were a ghostly red.
"Who are you?"
Ran Qingchen was on guard in her heart.
"I am you."
The silver-haired woman, with her hands clasped behind her back, slowly approached.
"Me?"
Ran Qingchen furrowed her brows deeply.
The silver-haired woman curled up her crimson lips:
"Thinking that without the Heartless Sword, you could just fall in love with someone else, did you ever consider that you don't deserve love in this lifetime?"
"Who exactly are you!?"
Ran Qingchen felt an inexplicable fear rise within her and subconsciously moved closer to Jiang Shouzhong.
But at this moment, the man could not see her at all.
