"Is she?" Song Xiangwan was still unknown. Fan Hai whispered, "It's her."

His affirmative answer dispelled all the remaining puzzles of Song Xiangwan.

It was her, not in July of the Song Dynasty, and Kang Ziwen was standing beside him. He watched her coming from ahead, walked through the crowd and across the red carpet.

Li Chengyi held Cheng Qingning in his arms, and there was astonishment in the eyes of Li Chengyi among the crowd. Cheng Qingning's beautiful eyes were staring slightly.

Chu Xiaoxin holds the glass in his hand gently and Mobaiyao's smile slowly disperses.

It's her!

- July of Song Dynasty!

He was imprisoned that year. He...