Gu Jinrong spoke without reservation: "Changda."
Not only did Ou Shihua sense her extraordinary and unusual potential, but Ou Chunhua's face also sank.
The little girl from long ago now had grown wings and become strong. However, it seemed like many years ago, this little girl was already quite unusual, able to speak such harsh words to her.
Do you remember? Does this little girl remember what she said back then?
Ou Chunhua's eyes secretly glanced at Gu Nuan's face.
Gu Nuan seemed not to meet her gaze at first, but indeed seemed to glance in her direction as if she turned her head briefly.
Those eyes, cold and ghostly like the cold moon hanging high in the sky, were the eyes of the mistress of the Cold Palace.
Ou Chunhua couldn't help but tighten the chopsticks in her hand. If it weren't for others being there, she might have already snapped the chopsticks in her hand.
How many years has it been, those eyes haven't changed at all!
