"I've already given my last words to Mu Chen and the others," Ning Wenxian continued, "I thought I was just going to die like that. Unexpectedly, I came here, and in my mind, there is still the image of the Emperor, who is still called Su Chengyu."
"Then what about the owner of this body?" An Jing continued to ask, puzzled.
Ning Wenxian shook her head and said, "I don't know. But I have her memories. I know she was sleeping that day, and then I was in her body. She doesn't know where she went, either."
An Jing understood and nodded, "No wonder you've been calling Chengyu so much these days and even came looking for him. You must have crossed over here recently, right?"
Ning Wenxian choked again, tears falling down: "I should have crossed over earlier. Otherwise, you wouldn't have had a premature birth, and the Emperor wouldn't hate me. He doesn't even take my calls..."
