By the low wall at the edge of his vision, a slender figure seemed to merge with the image of Bai Wanwan in his memory.
His heart clenched, and his steps unconsciously slowed and quieted, as if he were afraid of shattering the illusion before him.
Finally, he came up behind the figure, and "she" hadn't disappeared.
"Bai Wanwan!"
Roger's voice was a bit hoarse, and the rims of his eyes were red.
Hearing his voice, the figure seemed to stiffen for a moment, then slowly turned around.
The expression on Roger's face froze in an instant.
It was a completely unfamiliar face, bearing no resemblance whatsoever to the Bai Wanwan from his memories.
Zhuo Ling looked at the male before her. He was tall and well-built, but his tanned face looked quite ordinary.
But she could tell at a glance that this was no ordinary male. There was a murderous aura in his eyes, and despite his unremarkable appearance, he gave off an intensely oppressive feeling.
