"Ma Lin?" Lu Yao's voice trembled, carrying a hint of disbelief.
The figure standing before her—in both shape and attire—was an exact match for Ma Lin, yet she felt utterly estranged from him.
The figure slowly turned around, revealing a handsome face identical to Ma Lin's. But those eyes no longer held Ma Lin's habitual coldness; instead, they were as deep as the vast starry sky, seemingly capable of devouring everything.
Chapter 219