Xueyin approaches the empty bookshelf, on which there are two pictures, one is the charming Wu Mianmian, the other is lingxueyin. Wu Mian's paper has turned yellow, which seems to have been hung for many years. Ling xueyin's painting is delicate and smooth, which shows the long-term yearning of the painter in his heart.

"ha ha, I have been wondering why you should help him? i see! Ha - "Chai Ying laughs twice. Yes, Xia Zirui has the same eyes as Ling xueyin, the same eyes, and even the same demeanor. Yes, she must be Ling xueyin, the one who died a few years ago, miraculously lived.

"I'm not here...