When Fu Tian finally saw Jiang Yu again, it was already tens of thousands of years later. She had almost forgotten about this friend of hers from her previous life.
His previous life and this life were like a dream.
Jiang Yu was just like her name. She was a demonic woman, cold and charming. She had a passionate face, and even her eyes and brows were full of affection. This woman's heart was cold, the complete opposite of her appearance. She had the cold-blooded nature of a snake.
She was always playing around in the human world, watching all the hustle and bustle of the world with cold eyes. She was always able to leave in time, so rational that she was almost cold.
The moment they met again.
Fu min knew that Jiang Yu remembered her.