C57 Avenging grace and enmity

Nangong Xianglu was clad in red soft armor, and the outline of her fiery figure was extremely captivating.

Yang Hao was slightly startled when he saw her. It had only been three days since they last met, but she seemed to have changed.

The proud, cold, and arrogant temperament was gone. There was an extra trace of steadiness in it. Her delicate and beautiful face seemed to be a little thin