"Have you noticed that Pangpang's mood seems a little off?"
In another room, Jiang Er floated above the bed, propping her chin up with one hand as she spoke thoughtfully.
Beneath the bed, An Qingyu held several tools and kept tapping along the edge of the Black Coffin, seemingly installing or removing something. Hearing this, he looked up and considered it carefully. "A little, yeah... but he's probably just too tired?"
"I don't think so."
"Then what do you think it is?"
"I don't know either..." Jiang Er frowned in distress. "But something must be weighing on his mind."
As if something had occurred to him, An Qingyu raised his brows slightly. "I think I know..."
"What?"
"Molly."
"...I think I've heard you mention her before. Who exactly is she?" Jiang Er blinked.
Jiang Er had joined the team most recently. She had not taken part in either the Belial Crande incident or the battle with the Baili Family, so she was completely unfamiliar with that name.
"You could call her Pangpang's first love."
At those words, Jiang Er's ears immediately perked up. She circled eagerly around An Qingyu. "First love? Tell me all about it!"
"I think they met when they were new recruits at the Training Camp, but I wasn't there then, so I don't know the details. Later, in Guangshen City..."
An Qingyu told her everything he knew, and Jiang Er's mouth gradually fell open.
"Rainy day, yellow dress, bus, Pigsy Mask... it sounds like a sad story." Jiang Er thought for a moment, her expression turning rather animated. "But it would be interesting if their old feelings rekindled after all these years... Do you think they could still end up together?"
"I doubt it." An Qingyu shook his head. "Back then, he left her alone in