He followed what Taoist Qingxu said, thinking about Wanwan's appearance in his heart, and then called her name in front of the bronze mirror.
In his astonished expression, the bronze mirror began to ripple in circles, like the surface of the water being blown by the wind.
After the ripples gradually dispersed, a woman's appearance really appeared in the bronze mirror.
The woman was sleeping on a bed, wearing a snow-white gauze dress. Her skin was as white as snow, her lips were red and her teeth were white, her eyebrows were big and her eyes were big, her facial features were delicate and beautiful, her figure was charming and enchanting, and there was a faint pink crescent mark on her exposed arm.
The woman was not the little girl he had in mind. His little girl only looked seven or eight years old, but the woman who appeared in the bronze mirror seemed to be sixteen or seventeen years old.
This is a very beautiful girl who makes people's hearts flutter at the first glance.
He felt that this woman looked very familiar... as if he had seen her somewhere.
When his eyes touched the red mole in the middle of her eyebrows, Nanfeng Lixue was really surprised.
This... this mole... belongs to that little girl.
After taking a closer look, the woman in the mirror actually looked quite similar to his little girl.
Although her facial features have changed a lot, her charm and feeling are still very similar to his little girl.
The more Nan Feng Lianxue looked at it, the more he felt that the woman in the mirror looked very familiar. He was wondering, could this woman be her little girl?
But...it's impossible...how could her little girl suddenly look like this?
From a doll to a young girl...how long does it take?
It will take at least seven or eight years for the little girl to grow up like this.
He didn't know who he was seeing. He felt that this woman looked very much like his little girl, but he couldn't figure out how could she suddenly grow into a young girl if she was his little girl.
Although Nanfeng Lixue was not sure of her identity, he could no longer take his eyes away from the bronze mirror.
The little girl always curls up when sleeping, like a kitten, and the same goes for the girl in the bronze mirror.
Curled up, with a sweet smile on her pink cheeks, she looked as cute and as painful as his little girl.