Banquet hall.
"Who are you, and how did you get here?"
The gothic skirt woman looked at Yu Wenxuan and asked softly.
"Is that how you treat your savior?" Yu Wenxuan looked down at her.
For some reason, Yu Wenxuan felt her face was somewhat familiar.
He had a good memory, but he searched every corner of his mind and could not find such a gothic skirt woman in his past life.
Moreover, this time's Fog Gathering had no idea which year's time fragment it was from.
She avoided Yu Wenxuan's gaze; if it weren't for him, she would have indeed been smashed to pieces by now.
"My name is Lin Xiaohui."
She stated her name first, her voice low and indifferent.
Yu Wenxuan looked at her with interest, her behavior and attire were quite unique, but her name was rather simple.
"I..." She hesitated, looking at Yu Wenxuan, "You wouldn't believe it, you'd think I'm a madman..."
"Is there anything crazier than having ghosts here?" Yu Wenxuan interrupted her.
