Though there seemed to be something off about She Li's way of thinking, because adjectives like "gifted beyond measure" and "born knowing" could never possibly end with "an ordinary person."
Yet that was the truth.
She Li did not know that Chen Cheng had been reborn with his memories. Otherwise, all those descriptions would have been perfectly explained.
People from twenty-first-century Huaxia might have gone through many things in society and in life.
But if they were thrown into an environment like the Karmak Continent, no one would automatically become the protagonist of some tale.
On the contrary, the vast majority of so-called successful people would either be burned to death as monsters because of the brutality of this era, or fade into the common crowd.
Chen Cheng was one such person. The only stroke of luck that set him apart was his formidable identity. Otherwise, in this life, he might have been nothing more than an ordinary farmhand under some noble.
Chen Cheng wiped away his tears and said hoarsely,
"Wasn't I useless just now? You absolutely can't tell anyone about this, or I'll lose all face."
"It was nothing, really. I simply returned to my homeland and recalled how things had been a few years ago. I couldn't help thinking too much."
Though Chen Cheng kept saying it was nothing, he could not fool his own heart.
Yet after truly venting the emotions in his heart this time, Chen Cheng returned to being the young man who loved making little jokes.
"Don't tell me you haven't thought about her. Back then, you promised Mata. It's been years now—I wonder whether Mata has waited for you until she turned into a wife-waiting stone."
Chen Cheng's neither-too-big-nor-too-small joke struck straight into She Li's heart.
Though She Li usually looked cold