When she asked those words, Tang Qingxue felt anxious and nervous inside, because in the past, every attempt to get closer to him had been met with deep disdain. Repeated failures had left some shadows in her heart. She feared that being too eager would lead to the opposite result, that the harder she tried, the further away her goal would become.
So after asking this question, she nervously watched Yin Hun the Nineteenth.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, quietly illuminating his body. For a brief moment, a look of confusion appeared in his eyes, then he gently shook his head. "I didn't remember. At that time, there were some flashes of images, but they quickly disappeared, like light dancing on water, vanishing without a trace. Trying to capture them was almost impossible."
Tang Qingxue felt slightly disappointed, her hand slightly pausing as she held the rice bowl.
