"Miss?" Xu Chang'an looked suspiciously at Yun Qian, always feeling that she was thinking about something very important at the moment, so he asked seriously, "What are you thinking about? Tell me."
"Me?" Yun Qian snapped back to reality and softly said, "I was wondering... if the current me is what you used to like."
The current "Miss Yun," could she be the previous "Miss Aqing"?
Could her current temperament be the temperament he used to like?
Yun Qian didn't know, and she couldn't find an answer to this question.
"What are you talking about?" Xu Chang'an was confused.
What does it mean, whether the current Miss Yun is what he used to like...
Before?
How long ago?
A past life?
He stood up, picked up the longsword that Yun Qian had thrown away, and also picked up the sword sheath by her side. He placed the longsword on Yun Qian's lap and said, "It doesn't matter what kind of person I used to like, now it's meaningless."
Xu Chang'an felt no need to explain any further.
