"Xia Xia."
Shalala with the multicolored bud looked at the speaking human, then at her future self beside her. She nodded and called out, indicating that she understood.
She immediately turned around, went over to the flowerpot she had just emerged from, reached her paw inside, pulled out a phone, and began dialing a number.
"Xun Xun..."
Seeing this, Little Treasure inexplicably thought of the goal it had yet to accomplish.
Who knew when it would earn enough points to reach 1,000...
Beast communication also used phones... Well, that made sense. A hundred years later, Qiao Sang had used a phone to contact the Tenth Seat too... Qiao Sang's thoughts drifted for a moment.
"Re Li..."
Re Li Luo Ka watched Shalala with the multicolored bud, seemingly recalling something. She secretly began wiping away tears.
"Xia Xia."
Noticing what was happening, Shalala pulled a tissue from the coffee table and handed it over.
"Re Li..."
Re Li Luo Ka looked at Shalala, froze for a moment, then accepted the tissue. Her gaze fell on the golden bud around its neck, and her tears fell even harder.
Shalala: "???"
Mikala looked at the back of Shalala with the multicolored bud, reined in her complicated emotions, sat down again, and asked, "Do you think history can change?"
Qiao Sang sighed inwardly. "Teacher, shouldn't you know better than I do?"
She might once have leaned toward believing that history could be changed. After all, time travel itself could happen, and most of what she had experienced were phenomena science could not explain.
But after experiencing Adney West's prediction, she had discovered that no matter the process, the outcome would inevitably move in its predetermined direction.
Mikala fell silent.
To be honest, she also felt that history could not be changed.
On the other