She gazed at Chu Zheng, her eyes clear with no excess emotion, almost commanding in her reminder:
"Hurry up and eat before it gets cold."
She put the bowl down and casually said, "Keep the bowl, you don't need to give it back to me."
Pausing, her tone became heavier, carrying a note of admonition:
"Remember, hide it well, don't let others snatch it away."
It was only at that moment that Chu Zheng's gaze truly focused on the girl's face, not yet fully grown but already showing some semblance of features.
This face...
In that instant, memories from deep within his soul, spanning across the river of space-time, burst forth like a dormant volcano erupting.
Countless fragmented images continued to emerge in his chaotic mind, interweaving to form some broken memories.
A name slipped out instinctively:
"Ling... Xue..."
The voice was dry and hoarse, laden with a heavy sense of unfamiliarity, as if it did not belong to him.
