The next day.
Yi Lin didn't rush to search for "Return to Spring" overnight.
After all, if even Zhao Yulong couldn't find this person immediately, there must be something exceptional about them.
Perhaps, Return to Spring had skills similar to Yi Lin's, capable of hiding among the vast sea of people without being detected.
Li Changge emerged from his room, anxious and uneasy.
Dark circles under his eyes.
Disheveled hair.
Scattered stubble.
Huh?
His appearance bore an uncanny resemblance to Old Pan's.
Yi Lin had a peaceful night's sleep and, unlike Li Changge, woke up full of vitality.
Old Pan also came out of the adjacent guest room.
He raised his hand.
Paused for a moment, then hung his head, sighing dejectedly several times.
— Still crippled.
"Were you pressed by a ghost again?"
Yi Lin chuckled at Li Changge.
"Uh, yeah, um..."
Li Changge's expression was complicated.
The kind that's hard to explain.
Suddenly.
Li Changge remembered that hot forum post.
