The childish plumpness had faded from her cheeks, leaving behind a delicate, pointed chin.
Her lips were naturally rosy without any makeup, and the mature allure of a woman blended perfectly with her gentle, tranquil grace.
Ye Xuan's steps paused slightly as he deliberately crushed a dead branch beneath his foot.
Crack!
The soft sound made Meng Yiran's entire body tremble.
She spun around abruptly, nearly dropping the watering can in her hand. Her almond-shaped eyes were filled with alarm, and when she saw who it was, her pupils suddenly contracted.
Clang!
The watering can fell to the ground.
"Holy Son?" Meng Yiran's voice trembled with disbelief. Her cheeks instantly flushed crimson, and her heart began pounding wildly.
She had never imagined that she would see this man here—the man she both loved and hated.
Back at the Continental Soul Master Tournament, Ye Xuan, using the alias Xuan Ye, had shone as brilliantly as a star.
He had toyed with her through one elaborate scheme after another, yet he had also stood up for her before Tang San. That bold, uninhibited figure had long since been carved into her heart.
Later, he had suddenly vanished. She had searched everywhere for news of him, only to find nothing. She had thought they would never cross paths again in this life.
But when war erupted between the Spirit Hall Empire and the Star Luo Empire, the Dragon-Snake Family had been absorbed by Spirit Hall, while she herself had been assigned by Spirit Hall's Pope, Bibi Dong, to serve here as a maid.
At first, she had found the arrangement somewhat strange. But now that she saw Ye Xuan here, everything made sense.
"What, it's only been four years, and Miss Meng no longer recognizes me?"
Ye Xuan slowly walked up to her