"Hey!"
Just as the two of them were talking, a light, lilting voice suddenly broke the somewhat silent atmosphere.
Tang Wutong came bouncing over to their side like a lively little sprite.
"Wang Dong'er!" Beibei stared at Tang Wutong in disbelief. She had clearly been carved from the exact same mold as Wang Dong'er.
"Eldest Senior Brother, she isn't Dong'er." Huo Yuhao patted the somewhat agitated Beibei and shook his head, his voice full of disappointment.
He wished the girl before him was Wang Dong'er too, but both her memories and her martial soul were telling Huo Yuhao that he was indulging in a fantasy.
"How... how is that possible?" Beibei could hardly believe his own eyes. How could there be two people in the world who looked this alike?
Could she be another existence similar to Wang Qiu'er? Three people with the exact same heaven-defying looks appearing all at once—the odds of faces colliding like that were way too high, weren't they?
"What are you talking about, Wang Dong'er? Why do all of you keep saying I'm that person?" Tang Wutong frowned unhappily. When Jiang Siming had first seen her before, he had also called out that name subconsciously. Tang Wutong did not want to be someone else's replacement.
"Sorry. You really look far too much like a friend of mine." Beibei rubbed his nose, slightly embarrassed.
"Is something the matter?" Huo Yuhao suddenly asked. For some reason, even though he clearly knew the girl before him was not Wang Dong'er, he really hoped she could have some connection to him. Perhaps it would give him a bit of comfort.
Tang Wutong was a little flustered at first. In truth, even she did not quite know why she had come looking for Huo Yuhao. Perhaps she had simply been