Anlan Xintong looked at the person on the stage. She still had that devastatingly beautiful appearance, but it carried with it an aura that was as if she was weeping blood.
He was still himself, but there was a dazzling Zhusha mole between his eyebrows.
Anlan Xintong's head buzzed. It was yang manqin, it was yang manqin.
She had found yang manqin. She had found yang manqin.
Because Anlan Xintong was too excited, her eyes were filled with tears.
But she did not understand, how did he become young master Yue, and even became a slave.
When he disappeared from that world, he was not like this.
Anlan Xintong's heart was filled with many questions, and her head was buzzing.
She looked at yang manqin anxiously and realized that his eyes were so calm, as if he had really forgotten everything.
