Yuejian seemed to remember something as he spoke. He shook his head.
"Once we reach the survivor base, you'd better not ask about that person."
"Why not?"
"I heard it was that person's last wish—that people wouldn't speak of anything about him. So no one talks about him anymore,
though a lot of people remember there was such a
person."
"Oh..."
I nodded. It seemed that what I'd said at the end back then had done some good. They'd done a remarkable job of keeping the news under wraps. Never mind whether I was dead or alive; getting the people who knew me to keep quiet was already no small feat.
"Mm..."
I nodded and glanced at Yuejian again, then said nothing more. After all, I had a generation gap with these young people. In the blink of an eye, I was already fifty-five...
Sigh, time really did fly.
Yuejian seemed to realize I had nothing more to say. He sat silently less than half a meter away from me, gently prodding the firewood with a stick,
and every now and then sneaking a glance at me from the corner of his eye.
Seeing how awkward he was, I deliberately turned my head just as he was sneaking a look. His face immediately turned mortified, and he quickly looked back at the fire,
not daring to look at me again.
It was nice to be young~
Watching Yuejian react so bashfully, I found it amusing, but couldn't help sighing to myself.
Of course, I didn't say that out loud. Otherwise, I'd really sound old.
Actually... well, I really was old.
Fifty-five! Over half a century! Should I start walking around with a cane?
I imagined myself leaning on a cane and speaking in a frail, elderly voice. I couldn't help