A thousand years ago, the Song Family's ancestors might not even have had the surname Song yet.
"Senior Song is Senior Song. I haven't mistaken you for anyone else." The night breeze blew through the window, lifting the girl's long hair and carrying a faint fragrance.
The girl gently raised a hand and brushed the hair beside her ear. Every movement held an indescribable elegance.
"She's not the Heavenly Emperor," Song Shuhang murmured.
The Heavenly Emperor who had possessed Soft Feather back then had felt completely different from the "Soft Feather" before him.
But the Soft Feather before him definitely wasn't Soft Feather herself, either.
Even her whole vibe was wrong.
Soft Feather smiled. "Don't worry, Senior Song. Of course I'm not the Heavenly Emperor. But... being able to see you again this time does have a little to do with the Way of Time."
She rose slightly and suddenly leaned toward Song Shuhang, slowly reaching her right hand toward his cheek.
Song Shuhang instinctively leaned back, trying to avoid her small hand.
But Soft Feather's right hand followed him like a shadow and gently rested against his face. Her small hand was icy, without a trace of the warmth a human should have... Soft Feather's body seemed to be frozen solid.
"A thousand years have passed before I knew it. But you really are just as I remember you, Senior Song. Even after more than a thousand years, my memory is still fantastic." Soft Feather smiled in satisfaction, her eyes curving into crescents.
The Way of Time... a thousand years.
Song Shuhang immediately thought of his Dream Entry talent. It had a similar function, ignoring time and space to forcibly insert him into someone else's life.
But Soft Feather's current state was different.
"The future?" A thought struck Song