"Junior brother, do you see traces of my past self?" Dressed in a white gown, with a composed demeanor and bright eyes, Qin Mengyao looked at Chu Xuan.
Chu Xuan's eyes were filled with nostalgia. "Nine points, even ten."
"I still remember the first time I saw you, senior sister. At that time, my cultivation was destroyed, and I struggled for half a month before finally joining the Daoist Palace, collapsing immediately afterward."
"When I woke up, the first person I saw was you, senior sister."
"You knocked and entered, walked towards me with concern on your face, introduced yourself, and took me to see the master..."
"Meeting you at that time left a deep impression, let alone now."
Qin Mengyao covered her mouth and chuckled softly, "Oh, Chu Xuan, have you been thinking about your senior sister since our first meeting?"
