Self-destruct Mode

Looking at Xuan Ruiquan coughing up blood on the other side of the rooftop, Wan Sifan suddenly felt a warm feeling coming from his sleeves. He took something out and saw the mirror in the middle of the Eight Trigram plate shining with golden light. 

Two seconds later, he heard the original Liang Jiaying's gentle voice whispering in his ear.

"Find a way to get close to her. I will help you constrain the one who helps her."

Wan Sifan stared at the gentle eyes in the mirror and fell into a daze. So this is what she looks like? With the same face, the original Liang Jiaying gives him a different feeling from the current Liang Jiaying.

He couldn't help but raise his fingers and trace her eyebrows in the mirror longingly. If it weren't for that foreign soul, this gentle woman would be his wife. The two of them should be able to live happily together.