"Di Jizhou, long time no see."
The blade hanging above her head could come down at any moment, yet the golden-haired, freckled girl still had the energy to joke with the person opposite her.
There was no point in changing her face anymore. As long as she wasn't reverting to Wen Jiang, Di Jizhou had always known that the person living here was her, so the one causing trouble could only be Helena.
Di Jizhou's usually calm pupils finally rippled slightly. "You... you remember my name?"
"I remember." Wen Jiang smiled and admitted, "I've never forgotten."
"You..."
A strange light reflected in Di Jizhou's eyes. He looked at the Xi Zhou-style golden-haired girl whose features were so ordinary. Now, amidst the swirling winds, her hair was in disarray, yet she stood firm. Her smiling face told him she had never forgotten his name. It was a provocation, pure and simple—one that mocked him. But Di Jizhou thought of something else. So many years, so many years...
CRACK—
BOOM!!
