Including my most embarrassing and hypocritical appearances...
Since that's the case, why not be candid and sincere?
"Once again, let me introduce myself."
She smiled happily, like a blooming crystal flower, shining so brilliantly in the sunlight: "Hello, Ji Jue, I'm Wen Wen."
And so, Ji Jue also smiled.
"Hello, Sister Wen, I'm Ji Jue."
.
The motorcycle started, roaring, and went away into the distance.
Ji Jue quietly watched her figure vanish at the end of the street. For some reason, he sighed wistfully, feeling a void, perhaps because he hadn't received enough thanks.
Wondering if there will be a chance in the future.
He mused, turned back, and then saw, in the blurry spiritual projection, a pair of eyes.
Quietly watching him.
Watching.
Uncertain how long they watched.
"Hello, sir, I am Isis."
The Spirit of Workshop examined its master and suddenly spoke.
Yet, for some reason, Ji Jue always felt the tone was strange and his whole body tingled with cold.
