Just as Lucy was about to ask Michael what he was planning to do, a few young men and women walked towards them.
Both sides were stunned when they saw each other.
Several young people's eyes were fixed on Lucy. Lucy and Michael were looking at the tall and silver-haired girl among them.
The residents of Penglai Island were different from those modern people outside who had long been accustomed to dyed hair and even cosmetic contact lenses. Along the way, it was the first time that Michael and Lucy had seen someone whose hair was not in black. It was silver like Lucy.
"Hey, Isabella, this woman's hair is the same as yours! Didn't you say earlier that silver hair is a symbol for females among your Zhuge family, indicating the inheritance of a certain ancestor's bloodline? Now it seems that it is not as rare as you think?"
"It's not just her hair! Why do I feel that this woman is a little similar to Isabella?"
"You seem to be right, don't you?"
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