Staring at the plain and beautiful face in front of him that seemed like a world away, her past and present life seemed to be waiting for this moment to come. He caressed Qiqi's snow-white hair lovingly, closed his eyes tenderly, leaned down gently, and covered her cherry lips with his fiery lips. This kiss seemed to be as long as a century, but they had waited too long for this kiss, as if they had been waiting for several lifetimes just for this lifetime.
But, she, her identity is actually. . .