As soon as he began to speak, Qiao Xiaren's expression suddenly became subtle, filled with uncontrollable excitement and disbelief. She gazed blankly at the man, momentarily unsure of how to begin speaking.
His voice was strikingly similar to Chu Yifei's, but why did he not look like him at all?
Could it be that I'm actually still dreaming and haven't woken up?
"You…"
"What's wrong?" Si Limo caught up, glanced doubtfully at the man opposite, then lowered his head to look at Qiao Xiaren, taking her hand, "What's the matter? Why are your palms so cold?"
Qiao Xiaren did not speak, just stared at the man opposite.
Looking at her unwavering gaze, as if trying to discern something. By this time, Si Limo also sensed that something was amiss.
This man, apart from his facial appearance, his voice and height seemed very much like Chu Yifei.
It's impossible, Chu Yifei was already dead, they had all seen his body with their own eyes.
