"You…" The man was genuinely dumbfounded; sprawled on the ground, he cupped his face in his hands, displaying an expression of utter bewilderment, uncertain whether to stand up or remain on the floor.
"Did that hurt this time, heh heh, I really didn't see this coming—you've changed so much. Back then, you had an air of masculinity about you, but now?" The woman clothed in white, who seemed to possess the other woman's body, appeared to ask with a hint of helplessness.
The man remained silent, bowed his head, and it was unclear what he was thinking.
"Why aren't you speaking? You used to love talking to me, didn't you? It seems that over the years, you've completely forgotten about me." The woman in white seemed to be addressing the man, but it sounded more like she was talking to herself.
"You…you…you…" Apparently, the man had picked up on something significant as he stretched out his hand, pointing at the woman in white, and kept repeating that single word.
