Mr. Han hesitated for a moment, but still raised his hand to remove the mask.
Because he had worn a mask for so many years, the skin on his face was two different colors. The part covered by the mask was pale, while the exposed part was significantly darker.
This face slowly overlapped with the blurry face in Jian Xi's mind.
"It's you..." Jian Xi closed her eyes, "It really is you. It's actually you..."
Mr. Han stared at Jian Xi in a daze, experiencing a strange feeling in his heart that was difficult to articulate. There were also some tiny things, like silk, overflowing from his heart, floating outwards.
"You are..."
"I am Jian Xi, also Xiao Ai." Jian Xi opened her eyes, fixedly looking at Mr. Han, "Do you believe it?"
"No." Mr. Han shook his head vigorously.
These are clearly two different people, neither the age nor the bloodline matches.
"Xiao Guai, do you know?" Jian Xi asked again.
