A year has passed.
Ming Xian let out a breath, it has been quite long.
But what should he do?
Leave... or stay?
Ming Xian's first thought was to leave, what use is there in staying with his condition?
Yet this thought circled around and finally settled on staying.
He thought about that girl.
He thought about her madly.
He didn't want to leave her.
Ming Xian tentatively asked, "Chuzheng... are you busy lately?"
"Not really, I see her every day." Han Qiqi, not noticing Ming Xian's expression, spoke to herself.
"Is... is that so."
"Isn't she with you every day? Are you forgetful?" Han Qiqi seemed puzzled, stroking an imaginary beard like an old scholar: "Does Jun Bugu have this side effect?"
"No, Qiqi." The senior brother didn't poke his head out, only his voice came through.
Ming Xian stood there dazed.
When did she accompany him?
She hadn't appeared in front of him at all...
