A woman dressed in ancient costume stood next to Xi Mohan, with a pitiful expression on her face, while Xi Mohan was holding her small hand, checking for any injuries.
For some reason, as Song Qiao looked at Xi Mohan in front of her, she felt somewhat unfamiliar, as if this was slightly different from the Xi Mohan in her memory.
But she couldn't quite articulate what exactly was different.
Her gaze fell on the woman next to Xi Mohan, then she looked at Xi Mohan again, and inexplicably felt a hint of comedy seeing them stand together...
Noticing Song Qiao's gaze, Xi Mohan let go of the woman's hand and directly looked at Song Qiao in front of him. At first, he was stunned when he clearly saw Song Qiao's appearance, but quickly returned to a calm demeanor, his thin lips parted as he spoke indifferently, "Miss Song, what a coincidence."
