Their eyes met. In Jiang Lin's eyes was Qin Ling's face. Qin Ling looked much prettier than before, but Jiang Lin still preferred the Qin Ling from before.
"Did you possess Qin Ling's body?"
Jiang Lin's brows drew together as his chin was lifted. The anger in his heart was already being forcibly restrained.
"Possess her body?" The girl blinked, then covered her small mouth and giggled. "Hahahaha, what kind of nonsense is that? I'm so noble that even if I really died, I'd never use someone else's body."
Her beautiful eyes slid over him, scorching him as her fiery, bewitching gaze seemed to speak yet hesitated. "The Qin Ling you're talking about is me."
Jiang Lin said nothing. He merely looked at her.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. As expected, Jiang Feng, you've forgotten everything. Oh, no, that's not right. Now this brat's name is Jiang Lin."
The girl crossed her hands above her head, rose onto her jade-dew-like toes, and stretched lazily to the side, her graceful curves fully on display.
As if only then noticing Jiang Lin's unpleasant gaze, the girl slightly furrowed her brows. A ball of flame rose from her body. When the flames faded, she was wearing a scarlet dress.
With the red dress clinging to her and her naturally fiery-spirit-like aura, she seemed at that moment to be the source of all fire in the world—bringing life to all things while also granting them destruction.
"All right, stop looking at me like that. I'm Qin Ling, and Qin Ling is me. I didn't possess anyone's body. At most, I merely fused the two separated souls back together.
"Besides, if there's anyone to blame, it's you. If you had honestly sealed away all of my divine soul back then instead of deliberately letting half of it