This is the living Wang Qiling.
She has a shadow.
She is truly alive.
Compared to seventeen years ago, there was not much change in Wang Qiling's appearance; her features remained delicate, as if applied with powder and rouge, and her naturally red lips needed no adornment; only her brows and eyes now bore more traces of hardship and wear.
Looking at the living Wang Qiling.
On Gu Haisheng's face, in addition to shock, there was also guilt, and he even dared not look directly at Wang Qiling.
Seventeen years had passed.
She was still radiant and beautiful, whereas he had already shown his old age.
If back then...
Gu Haisheng closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh.
Wang Qing's face was pale, trembling all over with fright.
Why hadn't Wang Qiling died? Why had she come back?
Was she here for revenge?
Wang Qing clung to Mu Lanke's arm and kept backing up step by step until her heel hit the edge of an antique shelf, forcing her to stop.