After concluding his conversation with Emperor Wu, Luo'er was deep in thought in his carriage returning to the mansion.
The current situation seemed to differ from what he knew. Could prophecies really be altered? If that were the case, what would become of his belief in his own destiny?
"Luo'er, are you still thinking about Feng?" Fulajie'er noticed Luo'er's mood and asked cautiously.
"I don't know how to express it."
Luo'er appeared quite troubled.
"Tell me, I can help you sort it out." Fulajie'er appeared in front of Luo'er, arms behind her back, head tilted.
"How long have we known each other?" Luo'er asked suddenly.
"Hmm... seven years or maybe eight..." Fulajie'er fell into contemplation.
"Do you remember when we met Feng?"
"I remember, it was that year, which month was it?"
"August 3, Year 53."
"Wow, you actually remember it so clearly?"
