As time slowly passed, outside the abandoned building, the bright moonlight shone through the empty spaces where windows should have been, casting everything in an icy white glow, like frost or snow.
In that sheet of white moonlight, Xia Mian suddenly glimpsed a black shadow that flickered and vanished.
Before the shadow could completely disappear, Xia Mian had already raised a hand and cast a talisman.
As the talisman stuck to the shadow, a graceful figure gradually emerged on the ground.
The person wore a black dress, looking exactly like Ding Lan, the only difference being that Ding Lan gave off a feeling of gentleness and intelligence, while this woman exuded defiance and arrogance, an air of wicked boldness.
"My dear sister, you actually helped outsiders to harm me?" The woman in the black dress swept a strand of hair behind her ear with a charming smile, her voice carrying a flirtatious tease.
