On the other side, Chu Qingzhi stood by the window, gently stroking Shuang'er's head, her gaze fixed on Tang Jinghong's house.
If this were the modern world, and Jinghong had come from the ancient past to tell her his origin in such a way, would she believe him?
Without questioning, anything is possible in the realm of cultivation; she wouldn't doubt it for a moment and would believe it outright.
But this isn't the cultivation world, and Jinghong isn't a person from the modern era…
Worried!
She looked up at the sky, and suddenly, the face of a beautiful woman with a goose-egg-shaped face came to mind.
This face belonged to a girl who had descended with her to experience emotional tribulations in another world. She wondered which world her friend was in now and how she was doing.
She then thought of the other girls who had descended with her. It seemed none of them had ever been in a romantic relationship.