Ling Yun even despised Ji Wushuang for failing to keep an eye on a single person; now look at it, they were tangled in ties that could not be cut.
The two chatted for a while.
Zhao Xin arrived in a trance, and one could tell he was weighed down by heavy worries.
"Brother Yun, morning!"
Ling Yun's mouth twitched. Early? It was already past ten.
"Not early. Have you eaten? Do you want something?"
"No, not hungry. I have no appetite." Zhao Xin smiled faintly, a very forced sort of smile.
"Indeed. We were all full last night." Ji Wushuang chuckled while shaking his head.
Zhao Xin said, "Brother Yun, what should I do?"
Subsequently!
He told Ling Yun and Ji Wushuang everything that happened last night.
As it turned out!
Zhao Xin simply went back to his room and slept until nightfall last night, after which he intended to go clear things up with Su Min and then tell the Martial Ancestor Divine Emperor that he wanted to call off the engagement.
Who would have thought!
His memories after that point were gone, and he only realized when he woke up in the morning that the raw rice had already been cooked into unchangeable porridge.
Su Min wept softly, stating straight out that she had no idea what had happened either.
Zhao Xin sighed, feeling as though it were the guidance of the heavens, and did not think too deeply about it.
However...
Ling Yun's brows were tightly knitted as he listened. This matter was not simple; how could there be such a coincidence, with neither of them remembering the specifics?
Zhao Xin had a vague recollection that he simply did it in a daze, and he owned up to this matter, which was why he was conflicted