Realizing something was wrong, Xiao Yan did not dare delay. He had no choice but to open his phone again and clumsily use the nine-key keypad.
"Are you Ruoruo? Where are you?"
As Xiao Yan pieced his memories back together, he awkwardly replied to the messages.
"I'm on the way to the airport. I'm going to fly to Kimchi Country."
Compared to the Ruoruo in his memories, the girl's tone now seemed innocent and naive. Her every question and answer, even her punctuation, was proper and orderly.
The distant manner of speaking made Xiao Yan feel even more uneasy. Only after noticing the "video" option beneath the chat did he come to his senses.
"Want to video call?"
Xiao Yan asked, half certain.
The video invitation popped up at once. The two stared wide-eyed at each other, and it really was Hun Ruoruo herself.
However, unlike before, the young lady was not sitting aboard some Space Ship built from expensive metals and Magic Cores. She was in an elongated black luxury sedan.
She wore a pure white gown, with flowers in her hair, looking like a true Princess.
Though she had always been countless times nobler than any Princess.
Xiao Yan cut off the video call after a single glance. He only wanted to confirm Hun Ruoruo's identity; he did not want her to learn that he was a transmigrator.
Having lived two lives, this had always been Xiao Yan's greatest secret.
Guns, phones, cars, and airplanes—things that had been everywhere in his previous life—would have been world-shattering creations on the Dou Qi Continent.
And the reverse was true as well.
That was precisely why, even though the two of them had already been nearly completely open with each other, he had no intention of telling her.
In Xiao Yan's