Feng Yueya knew too little about the outside world.
That was why she wanted to attend the Sword Control Conference, to broaden her horizons.
Yun Shangyuan slightly lowered his eyes, a glimmer of light flashing at the bottom of them.
"When Yue Yaya attends, she'll understand."
"Right, indeed." Feng Yueya nodded.
Suddenly, she really wanted to ask a question, one that she had held back for a long time.
Taking a teacup in her hand to fiddle with, Feng Yueya seemingly casually asked, "Yun Shangyuan, when approximately did you participate in the Sword Control Conference?"
"Do you want to know how old I am now?"
"..."
Was her question that obvious?
"Cough, so how old are you now?" Feng Yueya turned to look at him, waiting cautiously for his answer.
This question must be sensitive for someone who had died.
It would remind them of how many years had passed since their death, making them long for the beautiful times among the living.
