Tang Nazhi stood up in shock. He looked at the entrance in surprise and saw a slender figure slowly walking in.
The young man came in with the morning light, and his white clothes seemed to be plated with a layer of sunlight. His black eyes were like pearls embedded with black diamonds, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly with a smile. There was an indescribable flirtatious feeling.
"Qi Xia!" Tang Nazhi looked at the familiar yet strangely unfamiliar young man in shock. After more than two years of separation, Qi Xia seemed to have been reborn. The original trace of inexperience had long faded, and the youthful spirit had been replaced by indifference. If it were not for his poisonous tongue, Tang Nazhi would have thought that Qi Xia had washed away all the dust and stood on the mountain peak.
However, reality proved that no matter how noble and elegant his appearance was, the black-bellied spirit in his bones had not disappeared at all.
