What could she possibly have that he wanted?
“Wei Xunzhou?” Di Yao inadvertently voiced her thoughts.
With only a wall between them, Wei Xunzhou clearly heard her voice. This time, she didn’t call him “husband” or “Ziyuan,” but his name—she had never directly called him by his name before.
“It’s me, Zhaozhao.” After saying this, Wei Xunzhou pressed his lips together.
Di Yao stood frozen for a long moment, then shook her head in disbelief. “Impossible. You must be an impostor.”
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