"Hmm?"
Ye Chenfeng's brows furrowed with a trace of confusion as he turned around, astonished to look at the Empress.
Not only did the Empress have Ye Qingge's face, but she also recognized him!
Which meant she was Ye Qingge!
If she was Ye Qingge, he wouldn't have a reason to hold her back and not leave.
Ye Chenfeng's eyes narrowed into the most dangerous needle-like shape, finally detecting something unusual at this moment.
She was Ye Qingge, yet she seemed not to be.
Now the Empress brought Ye Chenfeng a feeling both unfamiliar and familiar, making his emotions even more complex.
It might just be a psychological effect, but it was truly so.
The hand he was holding, Ye Qingge's hand, was icy cold, devoid of any warmth, just like... just like a dead person's hand.
The Empress effortlessly withdrew her hand from Ye Chenfeng's grasp and slowly walked to the side.
