A Guest from History

Mo Yu was puzzled.

But Liu Di, standing before him, swept his gaze into the distance, his eyes filled with wisdom.

Mo Yu did not act rashly.

A moment later.

Liu Di suddenly jumped from the plane, crossed the police line, and headed toward the crowd.

The dozen or so onlookers all looked baffled.

Liu Di kept his eyes straight ahead.

He walked directly toward a figure at the very back of the crowd.

Sea City had seen no rain lately.

Yet this person wore a filthy raincoat.

Even his face was hidden.

Liu Di stopped before him. The man did not move or say a word.

A faint smile appeared on Liu Di's face as he was about to speak.

But the man suddenly sprang into action, throwing a punch straight at Liu Di's face!

Liu Di raised a hand, held out his palm, and effortlessly blocked the punch.

The other party was merely an ordinary man.

A trace of terror flashed through his partially exposed eyes. Then he turned and ran.

"Qin Changhe."

Liu Di called out, holding up the red cloth bundle from the plane. "Don't you want your belongings anymore?"

The man's body stiffened.

He slowly turned around and said in astonishment, "Y-you know me?"

"No."

Liu Di shook his head. "But I admire you. You always kept your wife in your heart. Even after inexplicably crashing and arriving in an unfamiliar world, you still refused to give up the only proof of your love for her."

The man's body trembled slightly.

It seemed Liu Di had struck right at his heart.

"You know everything. And you're a good person."

He slowly pulled down the hood of his raincoat, then roughly tore the raincoat off himself.

What stood revealed was a handsome young man.

He wore