"Yu Xian, you must be happy in the future," she said.
After leaving those words behind, the girl turned and threw herself into another's embrace.
Yu Xian looked at the message on his phone, recalling how the girl's hand intertwined with someone else's in her social circle, his face imitated the happiness in his heart with a smile, yet a sense of inexplicable sorrow surged from deep within, clashing fiercely with his reason.
Fuck, I've been living carefree for thousands of years, when have I ever been a bootlicker?
It was always others licking his boots, never the other way around.
Oh, was that the me from my past life?
Huh?
My past life!
Yu Xian suddenly awoke and finally remembered something from his sealed memories.
Indeed, that was his past life.
He remembered that he and the girl were not lovers, but just adolescents experiencing the dawn of their emotions, holding a fondness for one another.
