On my honor, when Ren Suo said these words, his thoughts were utterly void of any color—pure and innocent, akin to how a child longs to touch a super cool four-wheel drive upon seeing one.
Bathed in the afternoon sunlight, the Truth Seeker tilted her head, pondered for a moment, and looked at Ren Suo with a smile in her eyes, her dazzling aquamarine pupils reflecting his silhouette.
Ren Suo was slightly entranced by that look.
"What are you thinking about?" the Truth Seeker proactively reached out her hand, responding to Ren Suo's unspoken desire.
Ren Suo grasped her hand; it was smooth and tender, yet his heart harbored no improper thoughts. "It reminds me of a friend."
"Is she someone who looks like me? A girl as beautiful as I am?" the Truth Seeker was unexpectedly quite talkative.
"No, she's from the Mysterious Country, looks nothing like you, and she's not as pretty as you," Ren Suo laughed.
