"Xiao Mei, how can you associate with someone you know nothing about?" Song Xuan asked with an elder's face, "Aren't you afraid that he will be in danger to you?"
Yang Zimei smiled, "There's nothing to be afraid of. I believe that even if everyone in the world wants to hurt me, he won't."
Song Xuan couldn't help but feel a little sour and sad when he saw her face full of faith in love.
"Mr. Song, Sister Qingmei did the same to you."
Yang Zimei caught the sadness on his face and said with a smile.
Song Xuan thought for a moment and looked relieved.
Yes, even if the whole world wants to hurt him, he still believes that his wife will not hurt him.
If you have such love yourself, why should you envy others?
"By the way, Mr. Song, I have something else to show you."
Yang Zimei thought of the ancient mirror that could only reflect one's soul.
Since the mirror was related to the portrait, she always carried it with her in her bag and it was not stolen.
If it had been placed in a drawer that day, it would probably have disappeared as well.
She really envied the space ring in Xuehu. It could store her things without leaving any trace and no one could steal them. Moreover, she could carry it with her and take out whatever she wanted at any time.
Unfortunately, since I am not a fairy or a demon, I will probably never own a space ring. I can only carry a bag full of items with me every day.
She took out the ancient mirror from the bag and handed it to Song Xuan, "Mr. Song, look at this mirror."
Song Xuan took the mirror over and looked at the pattern on the back of the mirror. "This should be a mirror made during the Qin Dynasty. However, this shape is different from what I usually see. It's a bit special."
He opened the mirror and took a look unconsciously, with a strange expression on his face.
He looked at the teacup on the table and then at himself.
Seeing the extremely surprised expression on the usually calm Song Xuan, Yang Zimei felt very amused, so she didn't say anything about the strangeness of the mirror, and just watched him look around in confusion.
He took a mirror and looked at Yang Zimei, and found her portrait in the mirror. He looked at himself in confusion, looking like he was about to collapse.
There was profuse sweat on his forehead, and the hand holding the mirror was trembling slightly, "Xiao Mei, I... am I going to die?"
"Looking at Mr. Song's physiognomy and numerology, he can live to be at least eighty years old."
Yang Zimei said with a smile.
Song Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, "Then...why can't I be reflected in the mirror?"
"Because this is a witch mirror and it cannot reflect people's faces. Mr. Song, don't be nervous. You are not the only one who will have this happen."
Yang Zimei explained.
"Then how can you see it?"
Song Xuan turned the mirror to her again and asked doubtfully.
"Because I am a witch."
Yang Zimi frowned and said, "A weird mirror that can't see human portraits. Have you seen any relevant records?"
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The place is just like I’ve seen it before.”
"Well, it's very similar to the mirror worn by the portrait of the man in armor who looks like my boyfriend. I also compared it."