Though there were clearly only the two of them in the room, it felt as if they were discussing a love triangle, as though Zhao XiaoMan were there as well.
Luoshen claimed that her actions had been influenced by Zhao XiaoMan, and those words stirred thousands of threads within Fan Lang, sending ripples through his heart.
"Fate plays tricks on people. Zhao XiaoMan just had to be an Awakened One. If only she were an ordinary woman—I never needed her to be so special," Fan Lang said bitterly.
"At least she has not disappeared completely," Luoshen said.
"Yes. That is some comfort, and something to hold onto."
"If you truly miss her, perhaps I can let her personality return temporarily. But it can only last a short while, not too long, lest she seize control. I have my own selfish motives. This body can only belong to me. I hope you understand."
"Really?"
"Of course it is true. Why would I speak nonsense about something like this?"
"Good! I really do miss her. If I could speak with her, even if only for a few words, that would be enough!" Fan Lang's eyes lit up, and he was overcome with excitement.
Luoshen's gaze dimmed as she said softly, "I gave you twelve drops of Taijin Blood, yet you were not this happy. But the moment I mentioned letting Zhao XiaoMan's personality return, you became so excited."
"Of course. Zhao XiaoMan's place in my heart is not something Taijin Blood can compare with." Only after speaking did Fan Lang realize he had misspoken, so he hurriedly added, "I did not mean to belittle the Taijin Blood. Do not misunderstand."
"It is fine. I understand. Consider this temporarily agreed upon. When the time is right, I will arrange for you to speak