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Walking through the familiar yet slightly altered campus, Ji Yun indeed encountered quite a few old acquaintances on his way.
Classmates, neighbors, friends, colleagues...
Those of similar age had mostly reached the stage of attending parent-teacher meetings for their children.
It was Ji Yun, the interloper, who seemed somewhat out of place amongst the people around him.
If not for Xiao Paimon's guidance, informing him of the changes and recounting what had happened, Ji Yun would truly feel as if he had stepped into the future.
"What's the last thing you remember?" Xiao Qiu Mu, clinging to Ji Yun's arm without exerting any force, nestled against him like a little cat.
"Falling off the bridge, and then it seems like my head hit the cliff below." Ji Yun said with a wry smile.
"That's not right!" Xiao Qiu Mu immediately corrected, "It was a flying stone that hit your head!"
"I didn't fall down?" Ji Yun asked.
