"You’re not ugly, so why wear a mask all the time, what are you hiding?"
His appearance, besides his mana, was what he was most proud of.
"Take it off and let me see."
He pondered for a moment, uncertain if she was just making conversation or genuinely wanted to see.
"Do you really want to see?"
"Yes." She indeed wanted to see what this man full of cunning ideas looked like.
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"I’ll show you when there’s an opportunity in the future."
"Hmph, fine, forget it if you won’t show me."
She stopped speaking, and after a while, touched her stomach, pursed her lips, and looked at the man lying beside her: "Do you have any more Ziqiong Fruit?"
Yesterday, to eat more today, she hadn’t even had dinner.
"Is that stuff really that tasty?" He looked at her and asked.
She nodded, answered very seriously: "Especially delicious, much better than regular Immortal Fruit."
It was because of her words that, not long in the future, he traveled across dangerous mountains full of fierce beasts, searching countless places, to transplant each rare Ziqiong Tree,
and personally planted a grove of Ziqiong Forest for her.
That was also where they pledged their love and promised a lifetime together.
Yet before the Ziqiong Trees could bloom and bear fruit, they were separated by death and life...
To meet again, was like today under such circumstances.
Wen Xiao’ai noticed he kept staring at her absentmindedly and didn’t speak, wondering if he really was very ugly?
She waved her small hand, pulling the man lost in memory back to reality.
The man came back to his senses, looking at the face in front of him that was the same as in his memory, yet with eyes completely changed, his heart stirred with bitterness.
He answered very seriously, but his voice was choked with emotion.
The same answer, but with a different feeling.
"Take it off and let me see."
"Do you... really want to see?"
"... I’ll show you when there’s an opportunity in the future."
His throat ached with sourness, almost unable to speak.
His eyes were clouded with a layer of mist.
This dialogue, this scene, was exactly the same as the one from a thousand years ago.
Even though she is now Wen Xiao’ai, she is still herself.
She just forgot herself, and forgot him.
"Then why did you ask if I wanted to see." Wen Xiao’ai pouted.
"Come out, you guys come out, don’t hide inside, come out."
Outside, Wu Zhihan had completely lost it, even using her body to fiercely hit the barrier.
She roared loudly, irritable like a mad dog frantically circling outside the barrier.
If anyone came now, they would be torn apart by her.
Wen Xiao’ai looked at Wu Zhihan crashing around outside the barrier, closed her eyes again, and seized the time to sit in meditation and adjust her breath.
But at this moment, the thing Wen Xiao’ai dreaded most happened.
The roar of a car came from afar, two piercing headlights shining on Wu Zhihan.
The previously frantic Wu Zhihan immediately quieted down, mechanically turned her head, squinting against the glaring lights.
Upon hearing the car, Wen Xiao’ai suddenly opened her eyes and looked over.
She almost hadn’t distinguished what the car looked like, but at the moment she heard the car, the first person she thought of was Jun Moyan, and only Jun Moyan.
A black, low-profile Maybach sped towards Wu Zhihan.
The car accelerated more and more, quickly reaching Wu Zhihan’s side.