Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

The clothes on his body seemed to have become bigger, and the wind kept blowing inwards. His face did not have much of an expression and was still much stiffer than others’ features.

Xia Ruoxin paused and reached out her hand to tidy the loose strands of her hair. Then, she walked forward, and at this time, there was a gloomy vibe suppressing her.

Perhaps not long later, it would be yet another rainy day.

The weather these days seemed to be abnormal.

Knock, knock. She knocked on the door.

Not long later, the door opened and revealed Xia Yixuan’s face that seemed to be smiling.

Worriedly, she looked behind Xia Ruoxin.

“Don’t worry, it’s just me.” Xia Ruoxin walked in fearlessly.