The moon was bright and the stars sparse, the night was deep.
In the late night, Ziwei Mountain became somewhat desolate, no longer bustling as it used to be.
On the Third Peak, along a mountain path.
Mo Qingyue walked side by side with Chen Zhixing.
"Time sure flies, doesn't it? Usually, it doesn't feel like much, but when you look back, that child who was still babbling back then is now a Long Life prodigy renowned in the world."
Mo Qingyue chuckled as he spoke.
"Yes, time is like that. You're completely unaware while you're in it, only when you look back can you see the traces it leaves."
Chen Zhixing sighed slightly as well.
By now, he had been in this world for thirteen years.
The memories of his past life had gradually faded.
Sometimes he even suspected whether his so-called past life was just a dream.
And that crossing over was only a dream awakening.
"Zhixing, over the years, you must have suspected my identity, right? Why haven't you ever asked me about it?"
