Although... her skin tone, her hair, her appearance... are entirely different from Xuxu's,
But... this strong... overwhelming sense of familiarity, how can it be explained?
In the next moment, he suddenly thought of something, and abruptly reached out his hand, grasping Alice's left hand.
Alice was startled, exclaiming his name.
"Young Master Cheng?"
Yan Cheng paid it no mind and directly extended his hand to lift her sleeve, exposing her forearm.
Her smooth forearm, its color matching her face, was the same deep, dark tone.
But this detail was not what he was focused on.
His gaze was fixed intently on a particular spot on her forearm—there... was nothing there.
Seeing this, the expression on his devilishly captivating face turned somewhat... unfavorable, and the color of his lips paled a few shades.
How could it be...
Blue Xu naturally understood why Yan Cheng was reacting like this. She knew exactly what he was looking for...
