Having seen so many absurd things happen around him, Luo Chuan had no trouble accepting Su Nan's identity as a transmigrator. Yao Ziyan was merely a little curious as well.
"Don't you want to go back and take a look?" Yao Ziyan looked at Su Nan, who was sitting there silently drinking milk tea, her heart heavy with sorrow.
A visitor in a foreign land had lived alone on Tianlan Continent for millions of years. Yao Ziyan could not imagine how she had endured such a long stretch of time.
Su Nan froze for a moment, then gently shook her head. The smile she revealed carried a trace of relief.
Just as the boss had said earlier, she no longer belonged to that world.
"Why?" Yao Ziyan asked instinctively.
In her view, the reason Su Nan had come to Origin Mall was likely to seek Luo Chuan's help.
"I used to want to, but not anymore." Su Nan lowered her eyes. The shadows cast by her hair concealed the look in them, and the smile on her face gradually faded. "What would be the point of going back? I would still be someone with nowhere to go... I'm tired."
After millions of years, only a few shattered images remained of those distant memories. In the end, she could no longer return.
A drifting wanderer chased a phantom, only to lose the road home in the pursuit. What she chased in the end was nothing but an illusory phantom.
Luo Chuan was slightly taken aback. In the end, he could only let out a soft sigh.
A life of twenty years and a life of millions of years—just as Su Nan had said, she could no longer go back. Some people, after all, could never learn to let go.
Yao Ziyan