Sima You Yue looked at the little kid who had tumbled on to her, with a bright yellow skirt and two buns tied cutely on the top of her head. The small face was round and adorable, making people want to pinch it.
The tone of her complaint was so familiar, as if the two were really acquainted.
But she had not been in the Human Realm for more than a hundred years, how could she have such a small old acquaintance?
"Little Ten, what are you thinking? You don't remember people, do you?" Little Eleven called out.
Only then did Sima You Yue notice what she addressed her as and she said in surprise, "Are you Little Eleven?"
"Hmph, fortunately you recognized me, otherwise I'd be angry!" Little Eleven said.
"Hahaha, it's really you!" Sima You Yue felt a rather familiar aura, squatted down and touched her head gently, and asked, "Why are you alone? Where's the rest of the family?"
