Returning home and lying down on the bed again, Su Wanxin recalled the conversation she had with Mu Xinghan, her absent-minded appearance making the person next to her a bit jealous.
Fu Shihan pulled her into his embrace and asked, with concern, "What did you talk about?"
"Nothing much, just talked about the past, thinking it would be hard to meet again in the future, so... it feels weird."
"You didn't meet often before either." Fu Shihan couldn't help but feel a bit sour inside when he thought about the three years she was missing and mostly with Mu Xinghan. "What's the difference?"
"It's different." Su Wanxin rebutted with a serious face, "Before, I just thought he was killing time all over the world. Who knew he was doing such dangerous work."
Thinking about what Mu Xinghan usually did, and recalling the accidents from years ago, one couldn't help but marvel at how strange and miraculous the world is, indeed the world is a circle.
