"Ah?" Han Jing was stunned for a mont, her reaction a bit slow.
For an instant, she even had the illusion that he actually rembered her, that they were still the sa as before, and he often asked her like this.
But then she suddenly rembered that they had t yesterday, so he must still rember.
This made things awkward, as she had coldly and heartlessly shaken off his hand and taken Xiao Xue away yesterday, yet inexplicably showed up today...Han Jing imdiately felt extrely embarrassed, she really shouldn’t have co up with such a stupid idea!
"Oh, I was just passing by. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way." Han Jing feigned ignorance, turned around, and was about to leave, but before she could even lift her leg, her arm was grabbed.
"What are you doing?" Han Jing asked, puzzled.
Su Yu looked at her, silent for a long ti.
Han Jing frowned, a little perplexed about what he intended to do.
"Have we t sowhere before? Do we know each other?" Su Yu gazed deeply at her, and once again, Han Jing saw her own reflection in his eyes.
Her heart ached fiercely.
When she spoke, it was in a voice as cold and detached as could be: "No, we don’t."
Su Yu’s grip on her arm tightened slightly.
They just looked at each other like that, once the closest of people, now uttering such hurtful words to each other at this mont.
Eventually, he let go of her arm, a smile playing on his lips, like sunlight that broke through the ice, bright yet causing Han Jing an excruciating pain deep in her bones.
She so wished to throw herself into his arms and tell him, of course we know each other, how could we not?
But reason told her, that would be aningless.
He wouldn’t know, at least he wouldn’t be burdened. If he knew, how would he deal with his empty self? Ten Soul Stabilizing Needles! She’s all too clear on this, once she told him, he would definitely choose to remove the Soul Stabilizing Needles. But her master had said, with those ten Soul Stabilizing Needles, even removing just one would subject him to the suffering of soul-burning pain.
So she couldn’t say anything.
She couldn’t let him make any decision.
Han Jing felt especially downcast. She turned and left, fleeing like soone escaping, not even using Qinggong. She just ran off foolishly with her legs.
She kept running until she was out of breath, her forehead covered in sweat, and then she finally stopped to catch her breath.
Just then, she suddenly glimpsed a shadow ahead.
Instinctively, she looked up, only to see Su Yu standing there again.
She was dazed for a mont. Was this a hallucination?
Otherwise, how could she still see him?
A bit clumsily, she reached out her hand, intending to poke at this potentially imaginary scene.
And found herself poking Su Yu’s chest.
She retracted her hand as if she’d been electrocuted, looking at Su Yu as if she’d seen a ghost.
What, what was he doing? Didn’t he lose all his mories? Then why was he following her? Could it really be that he found her so familiar that he wanted to find traces of his mory through her?
Or... was it because he saw Xiao Xue’s face, which looked so much like his, that he beca suspicious yesterday? She really was too careless; Xiao Xue’s eyes were irrefutable evidence, because in the entire Spirit Cultivation Realm, there aren’t many with abnormal eyes, so to say they have no relation at all, even ghosts wouldn’t believe it!
Just as Han Jing was thinking about how to muddle through this, Su Yu threw a thunderclap of a statent at her, nearly sending her fainting.
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