After Jiang Fan finished displaying his swordsmanship, he looked at her with playful eyes:
"Now, do I look more like your husband?"
Liu Qingxian froze, then her mind roared for a moment. She said in disbelief, "You… you're…"
Jiang Fan pulled off the mask on his face, revealing his true features, a helpless yet doting smile on his lips:
"My silly wife, still haven't figured it out."
Staring at that familiar face, Liu Qingxian was stunned. She felt like she must be dreaming.
She could actually see Jiang Fan in the Martial Vault?
Was everything before her real?
She was dazed for a moment before coming back to herself. Her red lips trembled slightly, and her long lashes kept quivering.
"Fan…" She stepped forward quickly, threw herself into Jiang Fan's arms, and hugged his waist tightly.
Her delicate head buried deep into his chest, her fragrant body trembling uncontrollably.
Jiang Fan also reached out and pulled her forcefully into his embrace.
