Lan Xiu did not say anything. He just looked at her silently, his large hand unconsciously clenching the teacup in his hand.
Dongfang Liuyun raised her head slightly and slowly leaned back—
"Sometimes, I really wish things were simpler. It's good that this mind can selectively forget some things, but we're not that lucky."
"I know. Fujiwara probably went looking for you."
Dongfang Liuyun's gaze towards Lan Xiu was as indifferent as the wind.
"Yes, I went to see him on the first day he arrived in City Z. He didn't seem to be doing well either. All these years..."
"I'm relieved to know that he's not doing well."
