Prophecy

"Excuse me, Miss Wanxue, we don't understand what you mean." Fang Xingwu expressed his doubt calmly.

The others looked at her with an unpredictable eye.

"My wife, do you see something?" Wu Tianxiang sometimes preferred to call her 'my wife' and sometimes 'Xue'er'.

"Xue'er, look at me. What is the color of my hair and eyes?" Ma Wenye knew that he scared her with his intimate posture in the tent, so he didn't sit too close to her.

He could see that she wasn't used to being close to strangers, especially men.

Strangers? Was he a stranger to her?

"Your hair color is light pink and mokey. Your eyes are emerald green." Xiu Wanxue truthfully answered. Although she noticed their stiff expressions, she didn't really care much as long as they didn't hurt her.

"Have you always seen my real hair and eye colors? Ma Wenye looked at her unbelievably.

"Huh…what do you mean?" It was her turn to be confused by Ma Wenye's question.