And behind the tree where Wen Xiao'ai had just stood, a dark figure had appeared.
The man watched Wen Xiao'ai, who was repeatedly hitting her own head, stomping her feet, and pulling her hair, and he couldn't help but smile with lips curved, his eyes full of deep affection and indulgence intoxicating to observe.
You are still the same as before, you haven't changed a bit, you like to bounce, you like to jump, you like to laugh, you like lively places, sometimes smarter than anyone, but sometimes foolish.
Even though you had changed bodies and no longer remembered your own name and identity or your past, you were still you.
He watched her just like that, the same way he had watched her a thousand years ago, with love from his eyes to his heart.
But now he dared not approach, nor show himself.
The person he loved was right before his eyes, yet he couldn't even speak to her face to face; he could only hide and secretly watch her.
