"Who would understand it when you put it like that..."
Yao Wan was rendered even more speechless by Xiao Yan's answer, and only after his voice faded did she react.
"Wait, you couldn't be talking about me telling other people my own secrets, could you?"
Only then did Yao Wan belatedly come back to her senses, and she could not help saying it.
"Does Wan'er think I would bring up anything else?"
Xiao Yan gazed into Yao Wan's eyes and murmured without realizing it.
"No—but that doesn't make sense."
Yao Wan blinked, then could not help saying, "At the end of the day, it's not some terribly important matter. Don't tell me you're still brooding over something from a past life?!"
Perhaps Xiao Yan's answer had truly given her quite a shock; it even made Yao Wan inadvertently speak the truth in her heart.
"But this... this really is a bit different."
Xiao Yan knew that he was somewhat unbalanced inside, but rational understanding and emotional impulse had never been mutually exclusive. Precisely because he knew of this distortion, yet could not break free from the feeling of it, that was where the true knot lay.
"What's different about it?"
Seeing that Xiao Yan seemed to have realized, to some extent, the twisted core behind this outpouring of emotion, Yao Wan blinked and could not help asking.
"—Because it just is different. Leaving aside every other journey for now, only the memories of that world belonged solely to the two of us."
Xiao Yan unconsciously lifted a hand and gently stroked Yao Wan's cheek. How could she possibly fail to hear the attachment in his murmuring tone?
"I think Wan'er herself probably has no impression of it anymore."
"Remember what?"
Yao Wan murmured. Xiao Yan only shook his head lightly.