Someone once said,
Between people, there is a certain connection woven in the inexplicable.
Two strangers, amid a sea of humanity, at the street corner, by the bridge, in front of a hotel, might feel a profound impression from a chance glance, and perhaps even develop an indescribable story.
Some call such mystical happenings "fate," "sixth sense," "destiny," and so on.
But Yi Lin now understood.
This sort of thing has a scientific basis.
"Logic."
Everything is connected by "logic."
Among the connections Yi Lin formed in this world, perhaps it is the time spent with his Junior Sister that was the longest; the connection between him and Xia Xiaoman, their "logic," is deeper than anyone else's.
Thus, following the beam of "logic," Yi Lin found Xia Xiaoman at once.
A momentary gaze left Yi Lin with mixed emotions.
Not seen for a hundred years, Junior Sister had aged considerably.
Her white hair was so glaring.
Yet her face remained as youthful as ever, never aging.
