Su Yu was stunned... it was not Xia Jingyu.
The same face, different temperament, different... soul.
Xia Jingyu was quiet and otherworldly, as beautiful as a fairy in the sky.
The Redwood Xia Jingyu in front of him was cold and proud like a peony, indifferent and magnificent.
Seeing that Su Yu did not say anything, the redwood Xia Jingyu frowned slightly. She casually waved her hand and pulled Su Yu up from the long flow of time and space. She said lightly, “Meeting is fate. I saved your life. Go!”
She waved her hand and Su Yu was thrown onto the bank of the river.
Su Yu only woke up at this time. He asked, “Who are you?”
The redwood woman did not turn her head. She followed the boat upstream and gradually moved further and further away. When it was about to disappear, a weak and undetectable echo was heard. “Qingyun...”
Qingyun... Qingyun... Su Yu’s heart stirred up waves that could not be calmed down.
Was there really such a similar person in this world?
