Wei Anning had never imagined that when she and Wei Anjing met again, it would be in a chance encounter in a restroom, where she stared at her, dumbfounded, feeling increasingly eerie, for the face before her was identical to her own.
Even if God were the best cloner, he couldn't have produced two people exactly alike.
Yet they were strikingly similar!
"You..." Wei Anning opened her mouth. She had thought that if she met Wei Anjing again, she would slap her without hesitation. But at this moment, let alone a slap, she was so shocked that she couldn't even speak a complete sentence.
Because looking at the other was like looking in a mirror, a shocking feeling that probably no one else could comprehend.
Wei Anjing calmly wiped the water droplets from her hands, her fiery red lips curving into a defiant arc. Standing in front of Wei Anning, she leaned in slightly, "What's wrong, poor little thing, is it with this frail appearance that you conquered Leng Youchen?"
