When Song Ying came to her senses, Luo Qiu's figure had completely vanished into the endless abyss below. There was no longer enough time for her to stop him.
"Song Haoran!" Song Ying cried out in panic, calling for the only person she could rely on in this Mirrored World. "What do we do?"
"Wait." Song Haoran spoke calmly, then glanced at Alaya. "Since even she has to obey Little... no, Luo Qiu's orders, what do we have to worry about?"
"But this..." Song Ying still wanted to say something.
Song Haoran shook his head, signaling for Song Ying to calm down... After all, as the adult in charge, even though he often lacked authority, Song Ying eventually nodded helplessly.
She continued staring into the abyss, however, and the worry in her eyes grew more intense.
She... had many doubts and countless questions she wanted answered.
Suddenly, Song Ying finally understood why Luo Qiu had shown no interest whatsoever in staying with the Song Family... If this was the kind of unbelievable power behind him, just how insignificant was the Song Family to him?
Song Haoran suddenly walked toward Alaya with his hands behind his back. The Song Family's eldest son, who always seemed determined to court disaster, looked remarkably relaxed at that moment—but of course, he was not being as frivolous as when he usually approached women.
"a^laya." Song Haoran finally arrived before Alaya and smiled. "That should be the Sanskrit pronunciation of the name Alaya, right?"
The blue-haired, blue-eyed girl floated up. Her body slowly turned to face Song Haoran, but she said nothing.
Song Haoran suddenly became so serious that even Song Ying felt he was no longer her uncle. He said, "Can I keep the memories from this time?"
As soon as Song Haoran asked that