Butler Ye stepped backwards and Lu Jinwen went two steps forward, gradually stopping by the side of the crystal casket.
He looked down at Lin Xuanji who was lying down in the crystal casket.
It had been so many years.
He had finally found her.
Lu Jinwen stretched his long fingers out and stroked her delicate face gently and tenderly. A sneering and cold-blooded smile played on his thin lips. Lin Xuanji, I already told you. You can't escape from me.
Now, she had finally fallen into his hands again.
Butler Ye stood behind and looked at this man. The man's face could not be seen clearly, but he was dressed in black and his handsome figure was submerged in the darkness, making him look like Satan.
