Cheng Lan understood immediately when she heard this.
This guy had clearly spent a lot of time dealing with Zhao San and had spotted the other's weakness at a glance.
Unlike her, who had kept hesitating back and forth.
As a result, he had gained their trust and achieved results.
While she was still standing outside the door.
So she stopped wasting time and went straight to Zhao Han.
Staring into those innocent old eyes, she admitted without hesitation:
"I am... a Reincarnator."
"Ah..." Zhao Han took a deep breath.
Like a gossiping bystander who had just stumbled upon some explosive news.
"I was the one who plotted against you."
"Ah..."
"I came to confess to you."
"Ah..." Zhao Han sucked in another sharp breath.
"Tell me, other than contributing to global warming, do you have any opinions of your own?" Cheng Lan was speechless.
"Uh, sorry, I was a little shocked." Zhao Han tried to cover it up.
In truth, she was not all that shocked.
After all these years, what strange things had she not encountered?
It was just that she seemed to possess a peculiar ability. No matter how much she experienced, she would forget most of it before long, as though she had lived through it in a dream.
It would not leave her heart burdened by darkness or excessive righteousness, allowing her to retain her original innocent heart.
The Seed of Narration had something to say about that: it was me who ate all those messy impacts.
"Well then, are you done being shocked?" Cheng Lan sighed. "This identity is actually terrible. If I could, I would trade places with anyone in this world."
"Even Jia Zhangshi?" Zhao Han pointed at the old woman in the Middle Courtyard, who was arguing with Qin Huairu.
Jia