It was a young girl; she looked about fourteen or fifteen. She was slender, but she stood up straight.
This girl had a beautiful face, and she was still young. However, it wasn't hard to imagine how attractive she would be when she grew older.
But this was not what Mu Qinghe cared about. He just felt that the expression in the girl's eyes was a little familiar.
It was like… that person…
Mu Qinghe's heart beat faster, and he froze a little.
Their eyes met, and the young girl seemed shocked as she looked down.
Mu Qinghe's faint anticipation disappeared. How can such a timid and cowardly girl possibly be similar to her? They are worlds apart; nobody can be compared to her in this world.
Upon thinking this, Mu Qinghe recollected his emotions, and his expression turned colder.
Emperor Jiawen was standing next to Mu Qinghe. He noticed the latter's reaction and followed his gaze.
