Fourth Master Jiang pointed directly across.
Jiang Shiheng paused for a moment before slowly turning around.
He met Lu Shuangshuang's tear-filled eyes.
Lu Shuangshuang had been crying non-stop since a while ago, clutching a handkerchief that had already been soaked.
Her eyes, drenched in tears, appeared misty, akin to a lake in autumn shrouded in a veil of water mist.
A delicate nose and small mouth, skin like white snow, a graceful figure.
Lu Shuangshuang was undoubtedly beautiful.
Moreover, the cheongsam she wore was custom-made, exuding a sense of elegance, with a jade bracelet on her wrist enhancing her noble aura.
This Lu Shuangshuang differed greatly from the Lu Shuangshuang in Jiang Shiheng's memory.
In her youth, Lu Shuangshuang was somewhat spirited, with an intimidating gaze.
But now Lu Shuangshuang possessed an overall gentle and serene demeanor, even her gaze much softer.
