When Meng Fuyao heard her, she laughed. This was literally the same as the witches in her previous life. She stuffed it into her bag and watched as the woman leave, then Zhangsun Wuji and herself made their way down as well. "Should I drink the ashes that the witch gave me…"
"What witch?" someone beside her suddenly interrupted.
"It's not like you didn't…" Meng Fuyao suddenly stopped speaking and froze, then turned around hurriedly. Her eyes widened as she went, "Zong, Zong, Zong, Zong…"
"Have you gotten dementia after just a few months of not meeting? Or do you not know how to call people by their names anymore?" A certain person's tongue was as vicious as ever, not caring about how others thought. Habitually, he took her wrist and felt for her pulse.
Meng Fuyao poked her tongue out in surprise and delight, ignoring even his poisonous tongue and said, "Ahh, Zong Yue, why are you here…"
