The Old World...
Gu Mian stroked his chin. Not a bad name. If time were rolled back a hundred years or so, to the warlord era of Republican China, it would have been a fittingly atmospheric name for a brothel.
Liu Ruyan had no idea her world had just been likened to an atmospherically named brothel.
She shoved her hands into her pockets. "I was an outcast in my own world. It wasn't until I came here that I realized this world suits me better. If I hadn't been born in my original world, I'd probably be a normal person, developing like anyone else."
She wouldn't have been branded a fugitive or a murderer.
"But when did you kill someone?" Gu Mian asked, stepping back a few paces and picking up a jar of strawberry jam from the table.
Liu Ruyan gave him a peculiar look. "You even know about that? I never told anyone else."
Liu Ruyan was unaware that Gu Mian had used the Prophecy Book to learn about her.
