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Qi Yue called out twice in succession, but Zhao Xiyan did not look back, causing her heart to sour wave after wave.
The great War God of the past had ultimately been defeated by a broken leg.
But soon she cheered up again.
Thinking of the White Rhino Horn in her space, a smile couldn't help but bloom on her lips.
She quickly stepped forward, covered his eyes from behind with her hands, and said with a joyful voice, "Zhao Xiyan, guess who I am?"
A warm softness covered his eyes, and her voice once again filled his mind, Zhao Xiyan immediately felt surge after surge of happiness welling up to the tip of his heart.
"... Yueyue?"
He thought he must have been quite ill, as he was hallucinating, and even his sense of touch seemed to be off.
But the sensation felt so real...
He couldn't resist reaching out to grasp the delicate, jade-like hand, immediately feeling a lightning-like shiver strike him.