The white-robed woman remained silent for a moment, looking at the meat jelly with a complex expression, as if she were recalling the past. Meng Hao wasn't sure why, but for some reason it almost looked like an expression of... bitter resentment.
All of a sudden, Meng Hao's scalp began to go numb, and he subconsciously looked over at the meat jelly, then back at the white-robed Paragon. He had hoped that he had been mistaken, and that there was not really a look of bitter resentment on her face. And yet, when he looked back at her, he was even more certain than before, causing him to blink.
After a moment of silence, the white-robed Paragon slowly asked, "Is it that you don't remember, or that you're not willing to admit it?"
"Don't remember," the meat jelly replied, its voice hoarse, but lacking the slightest trace of its usual long-windedness.
