Xiao Ruoching gazed at Mo Li, her eyes weaving together a tapestry of complex emotions.
It was as if her heart harbored a faint confusion. Although their previous encounter hadn't been explicit, she had long been aware.
Perhaps—she wasn't the only one who had been reborn.
She half-closed her eyes. All that could be heard was the soft, crackling sound of flames against the green lamp sconces. It was as if, in that moment, she was wandering between her past and present lives. In the blink of an eye, it seemed like a thousand hurried years had passed, as if looking from one shore to another.
Except this time, on the other shore, it wasn't just her and Su Bei—there was also a silver-haired woman.
One did not blend into the other; each remained uniquely itself.
A myriad of cluttered thoughts rushed at her, the five flavors—sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty—assaulting her senses and shaking her to the core.
