After a long while.
"So it turns out, the bond between us actually stemmed from the naive drawings of my childhood, fate really is wonderful," Yuan Ming hadn't expected Xi Ying to look upon him with different eyes for that reason, and couldn't help but be emotional.
"Who has a bond with you," Xi Ying scoffed lightly, waving her hand and forming an array with yellow array patterns.
A dazzling flash of yellow light passed, and Xi Ying's figure had disappeared.
As the person vanished, a faint fragrance still lingered near his nostrils.
Suddenly remembering something, he looked down at his right hand.
He was still holding the book, having forgotten to return it to Xi Ying.
"I'll return it to her the next time we meet," Yuan Ming thought to himself, and was about to put away the book when he suddenly frowned.
There was a hard feeling inside the book, as if something was sandwiched between the pages.
