Xia Yuxun's figure wasn't that good...
It has to be said, this person in front of him had shed the shadow of the woman he remembered in every aspect.
However, even if a person changes greatly, the feeling they give doesn't change.
On closer inspection, there was still the familiar faint scent on her, although it seemed to be masked by the rich fragrance of flowers, but a trace still faintly seeped through, and her voice, although she deliberately lowered it, was still familiar, and it gave him even more hope.
He did not speak, so Xia Yuxun had to continue herself, "Because, hiding behind a false mask, you can choose any personality, any style, any dress you like; you can forget who you are and be the character that you enjoy the most."
Xia Yuxun thought he wouldn't respond either, but he suddenly lowered his head, leaned in a bit closer to her, and whispered by her ear, "So... who are you pretending to be?"
