[What should we do, PingZe? Ye WeiRu said my memories should return, all of it.]
PingZe pulled the door closed behind him. A deep frown formed over his brows as he walked away from MingYu's room, trailing along the hallways deep in thought. Before, he would have run straight to XiaoHe's room and claimed his prize, but now, after the little problem MingYu had just presented to him, he lost the fiery passion that had been eating him away since forever.
Something was wrong, but PingZe couldn't quite pinpoint on it. MingYu should remember everything by now. That was what master Ye had promised.
Letting out a deep sigh, PingZe headed towards the main hall of the temple. He needed fresh air to clear his thoughts.
