"I'm afraid I d-don't understand what you're talking about. Could you explain it a little more?" Tai Yang pressed.
Li Jun frowned. "You don't have to pretend. I already know it's you doing this."
Tai Yang shook his head. "No, I'm not pretending. I really want to know what you think it is I'm doing?"
Something in Li Jun's eyes flashed and he suddenly sat up.
"You keep on making me forget. And it's everyone. Everyone forgets and when I remember, they think I'm crazy, and then you make me forget again!" He said, his voice rising. "And I don't know why you feel the need to do that! What's so wrong about wanting to be close to you?"
Tai Yang's eyes widened.
"Don't you think it's even odder having been there since I was born and not even being on the level of conversing with me more than four hundred years later?!" Li Jun asked.
'Four hundred years later… Okay, so he's in the century that Tai Yang died.' Tai Yang deduced.
