Shrouding the Heavens: Those Years as the Empress's Strictest Master

The only thing that puzzled him was that the other party seemed... far too respectful toward this child!

Even if this child's parents were her master, she should not have acted like this.

"Do... do you still recognize me?"

At last, after their brief moment of looking at each other from close range ended, Li Qingjue could no longer hold back. Her voice trembled slightly as she asked.

"Your?"

Xiang Li nearly suspected that something was wrong with his ears.

Beside him, Tan Lin blinked his large eyes. The black-dressed woman's figure was clearly reflected within them, and then he softly asked:

"Big sister, have we... met before?"

Big sister...

Have we met before...

Buzz!

Upon hearing those words, Li Qingjue felt her mind buzz, and she could no longer hear any sound from the outside world.

Those nine short words were like sharp thorns forged from ten thousand years of black ice.

In an instant, they pierced through all her previous excitement and joy, flooding her draconic state of mind with bone-deep chill and bitterness.

They had met... yet did not know each other.

At this moment, she was almost sixty percent certain that the boy before her was her master.

Yet the soul dwelling within that tiny body seemed to have changed.

He no longer remembered her, nor did he possess that familiar feeling.

This reunion was truly vastly different from what she had imagined.

Though their separation had been brief, only three years.

When they met again today, it felt as though nothing remained.

At this moment, the disappointment, sorrow, and countless other emotions brought by the shattering of immense hope drowned Li Qingjue like a tidal wave.

Beneath the Bronze Mask, a hazy layer of moisture instantly filled those clear eyes.

Then.

A line of clear