The child always liked to keep many things to herself, only showing her strong side, but this time Gongsun Ce believed she truly didn't care about that trivial matter anymore. The fight between Wing of Death and Qiluo happened at the end of February, and now it was already August. During the past six months, everyone had gone through many grand events that the previous conflict could easily be laughed off. Even Dust Explosion had become Little Yun, so what was the point in continuing to see John as nothing more than a skeleton?
"Miss Qiluo's heart is as broad as her bosom, huh."
"Don't make borderline jokes~" Qiluo said, licking her popsicle, her mind stirred, and she spoke, "Gongsun Ce?"
"What is it?"
"This flavor and brand are the same as that night's."
