The man seemed to be thinking about this sentence, but he also seemed to be savoring it.
"The heart's direction, the plain shoes of the past." The man repeated in a low voice. Then he turned to look at Ling Chuxi with a smile and asked softly,"so, miss, do you have any direction in your heart?"
Perhaps it was because the aura of the man in front of her was very gentle, or perhaps it was because there was a touch of sadness between his brows, Ling Chuxi also replied with a gentle smile,""Yes, I have a goal in my heart, so I will do my best to protect it."
"Then ... What would it feel like?" The man's eyes were a little dazed as he asked in a low voice.