Dress as a princess to be a group pet

Chapter 1002 Feeling with Heart 4
The hand moved behind her ear, leading her to slowly lift off the silver mask on her face.

She gasped. . .After seeing his true face. . .

He clearly saw that there was no surprise in her eyes, but only the incomparable joy and excitement.

She was surprised, not because of the ease with which he overwhelmed the country, but because of this identical face. In this world, there are actually two men who look exactly the same.

"I'm the one you're looking for?"

He lowered his head, his eyes were burning, he remained motionless, staring intently, not wanting to let go of any expression on her face.

"I..."

She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"Are you the one I've been looking for?"

His hand gently caressed her face, which was cold and familiar. She couldn't help closing her eyes, and let out a soft sigh.

I thought I would never feel him again, I thought I would lose him forever.

At that time, she was so sad and hopeless that life would be worse than death. At that time, she always blamed God for being too cruel. At that time, she only wanted to leave this world as soon as possible.

All of this now is like a dream, but she is clearer than ever that this is not a dream, and all of this is real, more real than ever.

They meet again.

Both came back from the dead, and once again, met.

Even though he hasn't confirmed her identity yet, and even though she hasn't told him who she is, she has loved so deeply, even if she doesn't say anything, her heart has already felt it.

"Are you my Xiang'er?"

His voice rang softly in his ears.

Lianxiang opened her eyes slightly, looked at his eyes full of expectation, and said softly, "I read a sentence in a book before, may I tell you?"

"Okay, you say."

At the corner of his mouth, there was a slight smile, shallow, like the hazy moonlight, very faint, but the most charming.

On the crescent-white robe, the blossoming lotus flowers are so beautiful.

His black hair was fluttering in the wind, and from time to time, a little bit of it floated onto his face, that intoxicating and tender gaze, even if he watched it for a lifetime, he would never get tired of it.

(End of this chapter)