Leng Ling stared at the woman in front of her.
Their affectionate, tearful peach blossom eyes seemed to be masked, making her feel as though she was looking at the person she had seen countless times in her dreams over the years.
She opened her mouth in shock, and for a moment, she couldn't believe her own ears.
But in the next moment, she pushed Shen Bijun away, "You're pretending to be her again, get away from me!"
However, the person who was already exhausted was no match for Shen Bijun at this moment.
Shen Bijun just continued to speak slowly, "That Christmas, to provide cover, we built a snowman. Do you remember what we used for the snowman's nose?"
Leng Ling stared at her, a tense look flickering in her eyes.
Shen Bijun went on, "We used the handle of your dagger."
Leng Ling had a very beautiful dagger, with a red handle.
That year when they were building the snowman, they didn't have a carrot, so they used her dagger instead.