Looking at the fish in the Storage Bag, Qi Yuan fell silent.
He picked up a fish, his gaze complicated.
"After all these years, it hasn't gone bad, has it?"
"This fellow even left some fish for me."
He picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks, put it into his mouth, and chewed slowly, savoring it.
At that moment, a childish voice rang beside Qi Yuan's ear.
"Hehe, actually, my name isn't Wu Shi. I don't have a name either."
"When I first saw you, I knew that we would meet three times in total."
"Why? Because I didn't just hear your voice—I heard your thoughts too."
The young girl's voice brought Qi Yuan back to the scene from not long ago, when he had seen the girl Wu Shi—the last time he had seen No Food Saint Mother.
Her voice was childish, as though she were saying what she had wanted to say when she first met him.
Qi Yuan, too, had a moment of realization.
No wonder... she had seemed so strange. It was because she had heard his thoughts.
That meant she should have known that they would meet again in the future. She also knew that her future self would die at the hands of a Yang Spirit.
Qi Yuan ate the fish as the girl's chattering voice continued by his ear.
"When I first saw you, I was really wary. I thought you might eat me. I wronged you."
"But hehe, I wanted to eat you, but I was too timid to dare."
The girl spoke of her past like she was writing a diary, ridiculing her own lonely life.
Qi Yuan ate the fish, savoring it carefully, while the voice by his ear gradually lost its childishness and became more mature.
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