"When can I move?" Mu Anxiao asked, staring at the motionless little red figure opposite her.
"You're so silly, how did you spend your day..." Feng Qishi started to say, but looking at Mu Anxiao's sluggish appearance, he suddenly realized, "No way, the fool standing in front of my mother's carriage today was you."
Hearing this, a wave of displeasure surged within Mu Anxiao. She clenched her fists slightly, turned her head, and glared at Feng Qishi, saying, "If you call me stupid again, I won't just take your memories, I'll take your IQ too."
"Oh, you actually know about IQ." Feng Qishi smiled and asked, "By the way, you're not from here, are you?" xxs壹贰
"What business is it of yours where I'm from?" Mu Anxiao said coldly, looking at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi raised his eyebrows, "It doesn't matter to me, but you have to tell me where you're from, so I have a reason to mock you for not being from here."
Mu Anxiao glared at Feng Qishi, then looked at the still unchanged little red figure. Impatiently, she walked down the steps and was about to move forward when Feng Qishi grabbed her collar again, "Running a red light is shameful."
"There's no carriage here," Mu Anxiao said, turning her head.
"Carriage?" Feng Qishi repeated, then pulled Mu Anxiao back onto the steps, "You really are from the past."
"Let go," Mu Anxiao said, the two words finally escaping her as she couldn't take it anymore.
Feng Qishi released her and grabbed Mu Anxiao's arm, "How did you get here? Did you come by accident, or with a mission? No, or perhaps..." He looked around, considering the words of the wolf demon, "Did you come specifically to find me, to guide me to immortality."
"Can you stop guessing?" Mu Anxiao said, looking down at Feng Qishi's hand on her arm.
"No, your identity is too strange, and that demon boy just said that my past life was an immortal, and you..." Feng Qishi narrowed his eyes and deliberately slowed down, "Did you steal my past life's heart, which is why I treated you so devotedly in my past life? Honestly, his taste is too bad."
Mu Anxiao looked at Feng Qishi's nonsensical guesses with helplessness. She looked up at his face and said, "Don't guess wildly. No matter what your past life was like, just live your present well. Why think so much?"
"I'm not living well, that's why I'm asking you." Feng Qishi's hand loosened.
"You're not living well," Mu Anxiao seized the opportunity to pull her arm away and said, "Then there is no one in this world who is living well."
"You don't understand at all," Feng Qishi's attitude was completely different from before.
Mu Anxiao looked calmly at Feng Qishi's face and asked, "Do you know the taste of hardship? Do you know what it feels like to be hungry? Do you know what it's like to be spat upon by others? These things," she deliberately moved a step to the side, "you will never understand, because as far as I know, you are just a pampered young master living a life of luxury, a brat who doesn't have to be responsible when speaking. Just live your life well, and don't be ungrateful."
"You don't understand me at all, why are you saying this about me, Mu Anxiao," Feng Qishi stepped back, his face cold, "You're too self-righteous."
"You are self-righteous," Mu Anxiao said coldly.
Everything Mu Anxiao had said touched Feng Qishi's core, and it was a pain he had always been unwilling to share with others.
"If I were willing to go with you, would you take me?" he asked, his last struggle.