As the door opened, the person outside gradually came into view, imprinted onto Shi Che's face. The visitor, clad in a long white dress, its hem flowing gracefully, had long, straight, jet-black hair that cascaded down to her waist. Her complexion was fair, her brows beautiful, creating an astonishing impression at first glance.
She held flowers in her hands, stepping lightly into the room with the gracefulness of a lotus, as dignified and elegant as Shi Che remembered, and her aura was compelling.
Shi Che stared at the newcomer, his whole body trembling with force. This face, identical to Ling Chuxia's, was not at all strange to Shi Che—in fact, it was as familiar as if it were etched into his heart. Yet her entire demeanor was starkly different from Ling Chuxia's, and onlookers would never associate the two.
Ling Yunshu!
Shi Che's dark eyes immediately narrowed, and a trace of shock slid through the depths of his gaze. Wasn't Ling Yunshu abroad? How could she be here?
