Unable to help it, Yao Wan subconsciously scratched her hair. On this topic, she still felt somewhat ashamed.
Ashamed... it was not as if she felt none of it, but if she had to put it into words, discussing that other, unknown side of her past self in front of her husband was indeed rather embarrassing.
But naturally, there was not only shame. There was also some awkwardness and nervousness.
Although, from the bottom of her heart, she truly felt there was nothing wrong with it—
"Soul?"
Xiao Yan murmured subconsciously, clearly not having expected Yao Wan to answer like this.
"After all, in that kind of environment, you couldn't see appearances, didn't know anyone's past, and didn't know who each other were. Everyone was like a formless presence, confined within the simplest frames and words. Naturally, there weren't as many rules and restrictions as there were in real life, right?"
Yao Wan pondered for a moment, then voiced the thoughts in her heart.
"People... always have some desire to express themselves. The thoughts in their hearts also tend to slip out unconsciously for certain rather special reasons. A group of people you can't see or touch, who won't have any impact on your real life, becoming targets to pour your heart out to— that isn't really all that strange, is it?"
Yao Wan subconsciously lifted her slender and fair long leg, shifted into another posture, and crossed her toes as she spoke with casual indifference.
Although many years had passed since she left that place, and the time she had spent on the Dou Qi Continent was even nearly twice as long as the time she had lived in that world, this experience alone had been sealed away together with Yao Wan's feelings for her family. Even as time