"Let's just assume what you're saying is true."
A short sentence, but to the young boy's ears, it was like the sound of heaven. He was so excited that tears almost burst out of his eyes.
Jiang Shaohua asked, "How old were you before?"
The young boy held up two fingers with his left hand and five with his right.
"Twenty-five," Jiang Shaohua nodded slightly, indicating this question had passed: "Where were you born and where did you grow up?"
The young boy paused for a moment, then began to draw with a charcoal pen, burying his head in concentration for a long time.
When Jiang Shaohua finally saw the drawing, she too fell silent.
The items in the drawing were all unfamiliar and strange.
This young boy might be from a foreign land, or perhaps even from beyond the heavens. In any case, he was definitely not a Da Liang person.
"You're not from Da Liang." Jiang Shaohua looked into the young boy's eyes.
The young boy's eyes shimmered with a watery glow, and he nodded slightly.
