"Chu Yi, why are those people looking at us?"
"Because I'm good-looking."
Chu Yi passed a mirror and shamelessly admired his own reflection—a face so handsome it seemed divinely sculpted. He was just as handsome as in his previous life: a sunny young man with slightly delicate features, an undeniable heartthrob.
"YIP!" Bika, draped around his neck and perched on his shoulder, chimed in. Master is the most handsome!
"Oh."
Jiang Qiuyun nodded, finding the military members greeting them somewhat familiar. Fragmented memories started piecing together. Just like a jigsaw puzzle, it required some time and effort to sort out. Then, a series of familiar images flashed through her mind, and her clear eyes suddenly turned cold.
Just then, a surprised voice called out, "Qiuyun, you're here too!"
