Li Qianyou looked at Yun bixue, and her dead heart seemed to come to life. It was beating furiously, and her cold blood seemed to boil. She forgot about everything else, and her gaze was fixed on Yun bixue.
Li Qianyou calmed down after a long while. Although they looked very similar, he knew that the woman in front of him was not her.
This person was young Madam Xie, and she should be in her early twenties. She should be in her forties now, right? It was impossible for him to still be so young.
When he thought of the person in his memory, the nether Lord, who was regarded as a legend, he clutched his aching heart, and his face turned pale and stiff.
When he thought of that person, he thought of her sweet smile, and his heart felt as if it was being stabbed by a knife.
Although it had been more than twenty years, many things were still as clear as yesterday when he thought about them.
