I Know You

"Ronan!"

Of course Snake Tongue remembered Ronan. After all, he was the one who had thrown her into that world of clouds, leaving her trapped and helpless. Yet after half a year at Cloud End, with each day grinding away, his features had grown somewhat blurred. She only remembered a slightly neurotic boy, someone whose thinking differed greatly from ordinary people, whose mouth was full of bizarre theories, and who, once his emotions took over, was capable of anything.

In Snake Tongue's mind, Ronan was such a twisted, grotesque figure, like some kind of symbol representing a terrible milestone in her life.

But at this moment, as she watched the relief-like face take shape amid the dust and mist, that symbolic impression suddenly became far more real—at the very least, this work within the dust and the entire process of its manifestation had been deeply imprinted on her heart, difficult to forget again.

"Quite an impressive entrance."

Gong Qi's thoughts wove through the Radiation Light from both sides, sending ripples spreading layer upon layer. Perhaps he had intended to interfere with Ronan's "sculpting process," but in the end, he failed to do so. His thoughts merely became cold, heavy words, appearing amid the dust storm. "Half a year is always enough for a young man's growth to amaze people."

It was hard to tell whether this was a comment or an attempt at conversation. In any case, Ronan ignored him—or perhaps this human-faced relief lacked the ability to converse.

Just as the overly prolonged silence was about to become awkward, Gong Qi deftly shifted the conversation toward Snake Tongue.

"Fantasies always shatter, don't they?"

Snake Tongue understood what Gong Qi meant. Back then, she and Tank and the others had burned Ronan's Mother's work; it was also Ronan's revenge that