Upon hearing the name Lin You called out, Lin Yi clearly saw the little girl's entire body tremble slightly.
When she raised her head again, her eyes, filled with endless ghostly abyss and countless white mist, actually shimmered with tears.
On her delicate face, as if carved from glass, a smile emerged: "Sister, you've finally come!"
"Qianqian has been here... waiting for so long... so long!"
The little girl spoke with genuine emotion, her eyes full of longing and attachment for Lin You, without the slightest pretense.
"Lin You, have you remembered something? Who is she?"
Lin Yi asked.
Lin You shook her head: "I don't know..."
"I just know that I've been here before and I know her name."
Before Lin Yi could speak, the little girl in the red dress looked over, her ghostly eyes flashing coldly: "And who are you?"
"Never mind, it doesn't matter."
A pitch-black slash suddenly appeared out of nowhere, flying straight towards Lin Yi's heart.
