That gaze, calm and quiet, like a still Ling'er who seemed to care about nothing, instantly filled with tears.
Tears that even blurred her eyes.
But she held them back, refusing to let them fall.
That figure, as solitary as a lonely crane, that aloof yet lonely silhouette, that weathered yet elegant presence, that deeply etched form reaching into the spirit and soul.
A figure she could never forget for a lifetime...
"Him, it's really him, but... does he still remember?"
Hou Ling'er's delicate body couldn't help but tremble, her heart inexplicably pounding like a deer, feeling uneasy as if she were a little girl, facing someone she admired, suddenly nervous, unable to control her panic.
Feng Yunyan glanced lightly at Hou Ling'er, a little surprised, but she didn't speak.
She actually wanted to see, to see what the encounter would be like between Zhou Yan, who was almost extremely similar to Hou Ling'er, and Hou Ling'er herself.
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