It was precisely because of everything that had happened before that the conflict between Sirin and Feng Chen had gradually eased somewhat—though it still had not disappeared completely. However, whenever she saw Feng Chen suffer a setback or ask something of her, Sirin felt a special kind of pleasure. It seemed they had truly become rivals.
In her own words...
"That guy needs my help. If I don't help him, he'll definitely be sad, right?"
However, Feng Chen had barely ever asked her for help.
For this legally young-looking girl with an overinflated sense of self and an immature mental age, Feng Chen would never think of asking her for help. He only hoped she would not cause him trouble.
His seeing Chiyuan's past through the Feather of the Crossing had been an accident. His curiosity had driven him to do it, and Sirin had forcibly dragged him in. If Feng Chen himself had not been curious about Chiyuan's past experiences, he would not have watched the whole thing.
But that proud look on her face because she thought she had helped... He felt a little reluctant to shatter her fantasy. Feng Chen even found it somewhat cute. Was that just his imagination?
"Feng Chen, you're in there, aren't you?"
It was not a question but a statement. That tone had already revealed the visitor's identity.
Who else could it be besides Fu Xi, who could know the past and the future?
"If you have something to say, say it."
His attitude toward Fu Xi was unexpectedly poor, perhaps because a single deal had condemned him to remain here for tens of thousands of years.
So he definitely was not a lolicon.
"Eh... So this is what you two were doing."
The first thing she said after entering the room