"Your aura feels different, not quite like Liu Qingqing. What's going on? What has happened to you over the years?"
By the side of a beautiful lake in Dazhuang City, Li Yi looked at the woman in front of him wearing a red cheongsam and red high heels; he had not mistaken her. Her appearance was indeed the same as Liu Qingqing's.
"Li Yi, I truly didn't expect to see you again after so many years. If only you hadn't chosen to leave the Ghost Post Office back then, maybe many things could have changed. But unfortunately, you came back too late. By the way, I'm no longer called Liu Qingqing. You can call me Hong." Hong slowly said, with a faint smile on her face.
But this smile was particularly stiff, not like a living person, more like a puppet.
