Tang Wuling stared blankly at Lin An.
The surging emotions in her chest seemed to be pinned down by an invisible hand.
The joy, panic, and fear that had erupted because of Na'er's photo gradually sank away.
Of course, she liked Lin An.
She could no longer deceive herself about that.
Whenever she got close to him, her heart would race uncontrollably.
Whenever he took the initiative to say something to her, no matter how disdainful his tone was, she would be happy for half the day.
But Lin An's words just now were like a bucket of cold water, dragging her out of that muddled, instinctive infatuation.
Dad. Mom. Na'er. Forging. Cultivation. Becoming stronger.
Those things had also truly existed.
What did she actually want to become?
She did not know.
Seeing the confusion in her eyes, Lin An finally breathed a sigh of relief.
There was hope. Definitely hope.
A sense of responsibility really was more effective than preaching grand principles.
This little idiot had clearly been muddled by that perverted Golden Dragon King and his own face.
Once Na'er came over and the siblings reunited, their childhood memories would be stirred up.
Then, if she regained a man's sense of responsibility, maybe she would slowly return to normal.
The more Lin An thought about it, the more satisfied he became.
This was solid.
Far away in Tang Wuling's Sea of Consciousness, Tang San fell into an extremely strange silence.
Why did those words just now sound increasingly familiar?
Protect your parents, protect your little sister, steel your will, and do not be swayed by desire.
The more Tang San listened, the stranger his expression became.
Why did what this kid said sound somewhat like what he had told Wulin a while ago?
Rationally speaking, there was nothing