Suspicion

An Xiuwen covered his face and looked at Ling Chuxi with tears in his eyes. He had been forced to this point, so he could only put down his pride and ask Ling Chuxi for help to get a few special grade spiritual pills to tide over this difficult time.

"Eh, how did you become like this?" An Xiuwen asked in surprise.

Ling Chuxi's mask was really too exquisite. Her appearance and spirit were so similar that people who were not familiar with her would feel as if they were two different people at a glance, while people who were familiar with her would easily overlook her if they did not deliberately look at her. An Xiuwen had only been on tenterhooks earlier and had not paid much attention to Ling Chuxi. Now that he focused his eyes, he realized that Ling Chuxi's appearance was very different from before, but he could not tell what exactly had changed.

"What?" When Xianyu ye heard this, he subconsciously looked at Ling Chuxi.

"Not good!" Ling Chuxi's heart sank.