In the room, the lights were bright, but the decorations were no longer like the boudoir Liang Xue remembered. Some furniture, vases, and the like had been removed.
She uneasily walked into the inner chamber and saw a young man.
The young man was standing behind the desk, writing something.
He had long, ink-black hair, soft and smooth like silk, tied in a high ponytail, revealing his clean and handsome face.
His eyebrows were shaped like swords, straight and powerful, adding a touch of masculinity and decisiveness to him.
What drew the most attention was the aura around him, elegant yet possessing a hint of evil qi.
"It's him..." Liang Xue recognized the young man; it was the same person she had met last time, only back then, he was so imposing and domineering that she couldn't look directly at him.
"You're here." The young man's voice was gentle, as if greeting an old friend.
Chen Mo put down the pen and glanced at Liang Xue, his eyes shining.
