"Long time no see," Shen Qionglin lay there, her eyes slightly unfocused, and said softly, "I heard you've been buried in the river of time cultivating for over ten thousand years. Do you still remember the details of our past interactions?"
"Of course I remember," Wang Jixuan clicked his tongue, "It's still fresh in my memory."
"It's a pity."
"A pity?"
Shen Qionglin sighed softly, "If your memory were blurred, I might make up a story about an ex-girlfriend to earn a smidgen of your guilt."
Wang Jixuan: ...
Bai Ning had already put away the tray, nodded at Shen Qionglin with a smile, and said softly, "Fellow Shen, I am Bai Ning, Wang's senior sister."
"Where is Amina?" Shen Qionglin frowned.
Wang Jixuan said, "She hasn't returned yet, probably another three months. It was during that time you mentioned being buried in the river of time, we acted separately."
Just as Wang Jixuan finished speaking, a fiery red shadow flew in from outside the door.
