However, she called him Qingyin, and she said, Qingyin, it’s me...
This was the tone in which Wanwan spoke... Even though the voice was so unfamiliar... But... the only person who could talk to him like this was Wanwan...
Dong Lingyu could no longer hold back the complicated emotions in his heart. He slowly stood up and turned around bit by bit.
When he saw Wanwan standing not far away, the sparks shining in Dong Lingyu's eyes disappeared in an instant.
She...is not crooked...
There is a red mole between the curved eyebrows...
Her eyes, nose, mouth. Nowhere is similar to Wanwan.
However, that look... that look looking at him... was so similar to Wanwan.
"Who are you?"
His voice was full of doubts and confusion, and his handsome face showed a bit of alienation.
Such a Qingyin is unfamiliar to Wanwan...
The Qingyin in her impression...is a gentle, shy big boy...
The Qingyin in her impression... was a handsome young man with a very similar temperament to Nan Fengxun.
He won't have such a calm and steady temperament.
Nor would he have such a majestic and indifferent look.
He is Qingyin... His facial features look exactly like Qingyin...
However, he is not Qingyin...not the Qingyin in her memory...
Such a strange yet familiar feeling... It's really strange...
"I just look different, so you don't remember me?"
The corners of his crescent lips couldn't help but evoke a sarcastic smile.
Do you really know someone... based on their appearance?
Could it be that... without her previous appearance... he wouldn't be able to recognize her?
A hint of surprise flashed in Dong Lingyu's eyes, "You are... you are..."
Wanwan smiled, and then slowly walked towards him, "Qingyin, you succeeded, right? Did you get back what belongs to you?"
Dong Lingyu opened his mouth slightly, and his eyes suddenly tightened, "Are you Wanwan...are you her?"