Lin Xian looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar pretty girl in front of him.
She didn't know him.
He didn't know her either.
But...
In countless time spaces and nights, they had already met at the beginning and the end of the world countless times.
The most recent meeting was in Brooklyn in 1952.
The massive fireworks from ten big pickup trucks didn't keep the First Generation Pillar CC's attention for long, as she turned into blue stardust and vanished beside the clock tower on the bank's top floor.
That girl in the scene.
Was strikingly similar to the Qin Xi who had just finished a street performance in front of him.
As if time rewound, the sun and moon traveled east, dragging the flourishing city of Chengdu back to the ancient, impoverished Brooklyn... the girl sitting on the dock's wooden box gazing towards the Manhattan skyscrapers.
Lin Xian didn't know what the talkative VV was thinking at this moment.
But roughly.