In the exquisitely designed pavilion towering hundreds of meters high, Lin Qianxuan and Gongsun Yue strolled leisurely.
"Young Master, thank you," Gongsun Yue said.
"I promised Yue'Er before that I would definitely bring Miss Ying back," Lin Qianxuan replied.
"But I don't remember," Gongsun Yue shook her head.
She felt that this was a kind of cruelty to Lin Qianxuan.
They had clearly gone through so much together, yet in the end, only he remembered, while she knew nothing.
"It's enough that I remember," Lin Qianxuan smiled and said, "though even I can't remember clearly."
Even the memories began to blur, how many more times could such repeated experiences occur?
Gongsun Yue was not sure, but she felt it must have been a complexity she couldn't imagine.
"Young Master, is this the last time?" Gongsun Yue asked.
"Yes, if we fail, it's over," Lin Qianxuan nodded.
By now, the two had reached the top of the pavilion.
