But Xiao Chong was once a direct descendant of the Lanling Xiao family, a Gate Valve family, so naturally he's different from ordinary Tang people.
"There's only cold boiled water at home, do you want some?" Lin Wanwan let Xiao Chong sit on the wooden sofa, then asked.
"Okay, thanks." Xiao Chong watched Lin Wanwan's slender back as she walked into the kitchen to pour water, his eyes filled with deep nostalgia.
Twelve years, finally meeting again.
This world is truly wonderful, space and time can be traversed, time can flow backward.
Unexpectedly, he managed to know Wanwan when she was fifteen, still so tender you could pinch water out of her.
Thinking of this, Xiao Chong couldn't help but smile slightly, his mood suddenly improved.
Lost in the mulberry fields, found in the east corner.
Accepting the cold boiled water Lin Wanwan gave, Xiao Chong spoke, "Thanks, how should I address you?"
