"Who is Chen Fengdu?"
The silhouette of Mo Yinhe was about to disappear.
He left with one last sentence, "Go find Chen Fengdu, retrieve our memories..."
"Hey, don't go! You haven't told me who Chen Fengdu is! Mo Yinhe, Mo Yinhe..."
"I'm here."
Mo Yinhe sat beside her, lifting the blanket she had pulled over her head, thinking she was talking to him.
Si Mingjing suddenly awoke. Seeing Mo Yinhe's handsome face, she subconsciously asked, "Who is Chen Fengdu?"
Hearing her mention Chen Fengdu, Mo Yinhe looked puzzled. "Why are you suddenly asking about him?"
"Who is he?" Si Mingjing sat up straight.
Mo Yinhe said, "An old immortal."
Si Mingjing: "..."
"Why are you suddenly asking about him?" Mo Yinhe questioned again.
He was the one who told me in my dream, even saying we needed to retrieve our memories, Si Mingjing thought.
After pondering for a long while, Si Mingjing said, "I want to meet him."
Mo Yinhe replied, "After we land, I'll take you to see him."
"Mm."
