Meng Wuyou's figure froze, a flash of astonishment crossing her face, but in the next instant, a breathtaking smile bloomed on her stunning visage.
She raised her delicate hand, as soft as willow catkins, and gently caressed Feng Xuan's cheek. Her voice was as soft as a spring breeze, laced with a lingering tenderness:
"A-Xuan, how did you figure it out?"
Chapter 121