C492 Decadal Thought

Was that still the Mai Wu in his eyes from before? Zhao Bufan was unable to adapt to the sudden change.

Her smooth face didn't have the slightest trace of time. Her facial features were picturesque, and her hair was like a distant mountain. A few strands of black silk were scattered across her forehead, as if separated from the scenery by a willow branch.

Zhao Bufan was stunned