Ye Zi did not answer him directly.
But Wang Jixuan saw it clearly: a trace of loneliness flashed across Ye Zi's eyes.
She looked like a helpless little girl after being wounded, walking through a freezing snowy night in thin clothes, the air around her gradually draining away all her strength.
Wang Jixuan looked at her again.
Now, the two of them shared an unspoken understanding.
From the very beginning, she had known Wang Jixuan had come to fish for information, so she had refused to reveal certain crucial secrets and had even tried to instill some ideas in him.
Wang Jixuan had always harbored a sliver of hope, because no matter how he looked at it, he could no longer avoid investigating that Ancient Civilization.
Ye Zi suddenly broke into a smile. "Big Brother, can we hug for a while?"
There was even a hint of longing in her eyes.
Things have come to this. Wang Jixuan no longer pretended.
The tadpole-like marks glowing all over this body shattered at once. A Lone Soul drifted out from between the body's brows and stared at Ye Zi before it.
Wang Jixuan's expression remained utterly calm.
Ye Zi lowered her head, her fingers tightly clutching the hem of her skirt.
"Only two days..." she said, pouting.
Wang Jixuan suddenly smiled. "Why is an old crone pretending to be a young girl?"
Ye Zi was stunned for a moment. She looked up at Wang Jixuan with some helplessness. "This body of mine is perfect."
"Anything involving cloning technology is almost certainly incapable of being perfect."
Wang Jixuan said calmly:
"I do not understand what exactly you are pursuing, nor do I want to understand you. Perhaps you think there is too much suffering in this world, but I think this world is