"Li Xiaoman, is it really you? We haven't seen each other for five or six years..." Zhang Wenchang was hardly calm. His life had been bleak in recent years, and seeing an old acquaintance from the other side of the starry sky made him feel incredibly close and excited.
"Are you okay, Zhang Wenchang? It's been a long time since there's been any news about you." Li Xiaoman, dressed in white, appeared ethereal and serene, exuding a very peaceful feeling.
"I'm doing fine, I suppose." Zhang Wenchang was quite taciturn, and after the initial excitement, he didn't know what to say. He didn't want to recall the past.
"I've heard about your condition. Please take good care of yourself," Li Xiaoman said, calmly looking at Ye Fan.
"It's nothing. Good people don't live long, while troublemakers last for a thousand years. How could a troublemaker like me possibly die?" Ye Fan chuckled.
