Chu Jiang walked gracefully in mid-air, landing steadily on the street.
A child's tears always come and go quickly.
Xu Huange was just crying his heart out, and now, riding on a big white mount, he was immediately comforted, even reaching out restlessly to grab at things.
"My great-great-granddaughter, are you really my granddaughter, and not a descendant of Lu Xixi?"
Stroking the silky smooth fur in front of her, the little girl asked a soul-searching question.
"No..."
But she certainly was influenced by Lucia.
After all, when she first crossed over, she was snatched away by her.
The observation of the Real World by High-Dimensional Strings is bound to have an impact, like flipping a book with fingers greasy from fried chicken, leaving marks on the pages.
But such a complex issue couldn't be explained to a child.
Chu Jiang turned her head and looked into the distance.
