After pushing back Dai Xinming, Lin Qianxuan quickly returned to the Cloud Platform.
"I defeated such a formidable opponent without injury. Sister Jiang, do you think I resemble the Dragon Head?" Lin Qianxuan asked with a slight hint of pride, sitting opposite Jiang Mengli.
"You don't resemble him at all," Jiang Mengli said.
In her heart, she thought: You are just you, why imitate him?
At this moment, Jiang Mengli inexplicably found herself somewhat amusing.
Just a confused thought, yet it kept her trapped for years.
She overlooked too many things and hadn't truly enjoyed life as a person.
"Not resembling him?" Lin Qianxuan was slightly disappointed, forced a smile, and said, "Maybe I don't resemble him now, but I can become someone like the Dragon Head in the future."
Jiang Mengli didn't speak, quietly observing Lin Qianxuan, her heart touched.
He clearly always knew he couldn't be the Dragon Head, nor learn how to be like him.
