"..."
Gu Wenzhu felt as if all sounds had been swept away.
Everything fell into a deep silence.
Only the face before him, dimming the brilliance of a thousand lights, remained.
"You—" Gu Wenzhu's eyes widened in disbelief, "Yun Lan?!"
He staggered, nearly falling.
Si Fuqing extended her hand, steadying the elder.
She embraced him, sighing, "Teacher, it's me."
"How can you... how can you..." Ancient Wen Zhu, usually so meticulous, was now somewhat disoriented, stuttering, "Have you become young again?!"
The last time he saw Yun Lan, she was 22.
Five years had passed, yet she looked even younger?
Gu Wenzhu's mind struggled to comprehend.
He gazed at Si Fuqing, his eyes gradually reddening.
He remembered a similar scene, much like the first time he met Glenn years ago.
The girl stood beneath the steps, her eyes curved in a smile, youthful arrogance and recklessness in her gaze.
