Lin Yin opened the box, inside were a few lemon candies, smooth and appealingly colored.
"What's this? Trying to bribe me, Doggy Wang?" Lin Yin joked.
"I want to know how the World Game is going now," Wang Xingkong sat down and said.
"It's just the same old, beat the last enemy, and we win."
"Thank you for coming back, otherwise Yuhang and I would probably die here."
Lin Yin turned her head, sucking on a lemon candy, hesitantly said: "...Yuhang?" Does Wang Xingkong still think Chen Yuhang is himself by now?
Wang Xingkong chuckled, bypassing the topic: "There's no point in worrying about the truth anymore, I don't even know who I am, the real Wang Xingkong is already dead... maybe my parents don't recognize me at all..."
Suddenly, there was a slightly hoarse chuckle from the side. The red-haired photographer Zhao Yuan leaned against a broken wall, holding a crumpled cigarette between his fingers.
"Stop talking about irrelevant stuff, want one?"
