"Do you really believe that?" Ji Yun countered.
"I do." Ji Heshan nodded seriously.
"Why?" Ji Yun didn't quite understand.
"You look even older than I am." Ji Heshan gently caressed Ji Yun.
Indeed, from the moment he first saw Ji Yun, as he spoke those words, Ji Heshan believed it to be true.
Some things just can't be faked.
The eyes of a person, their experiences, the age and weariness within their soul—sixteen years old? How could the person before him possibly be sixteen?
"How many years? How many years have you been trapped in today?" Ji Heshan asked.
"I... I... I can't remember..." Ji Yun responded blankly, not knowing why his eyes, once thought to be dry, were now moistening again.
"Ten years?" Ji Heshan inquired.
Ji Yun didn't answer.
"Twenty years??" Ji Heshan asked again.
Still, Ji Yun didn't answer.
"Fifty years or a hundred years???" Ji Heshan could hardly believe he was uttering these words.
The youth before him possessed an incredibly aged soul.
