By the time Qin Siyang returned to the Guesthouse, Yu Ziying had already woken up.
The two of them had regained their original appearances and changed into Qin Siyang's clothes.
This was also Qin Siyang's first time seeing Yu Ziying.
Qin Siyang had assumed this black-robed Guardian would be about Dean Chen's age, but to his surprise, Yu Ziying looked only twenty-seven or twenty-eight.
Then he thought about it. Yu Ziying had begun doing charity work under her father's protection at the start of the Apocalypse, and only ten years had passed since then.
Twenty-seven or twenty-eight was perfectly reasonable.
But according to Zhao Longfei, Yu Ziying's father had been killed five years ago. Four years ago, she had killed the World Salvation Church's black-robed Guardian and seized power, then faked her death two years ago.
That suddenly gave Qin Siyang a sense of unreality-so many upheavals in just three short years.
Yet on second thought, he seemed to have gone through no less than Yu Ziying in the six months or so since his rebirth.
In an age when the old order vanished and a new one took shape, perhaps everything changed by the day.
He discreetly looked Yu Ziying over again.
Yu Ziying had serene features, with a hint of nobility in that serenity. She was no breathtaking beauty, but she certainly deserved to be called a woman of elegant beauty.
Only, her face had a sickly pallor.
Recalling what had happened earlier, Qin Siyang realized that sickly pallor probably extended over her entire body.
It seemed she was seriously ill.
Ever since Qin Siyang had entered, Yu Ziying had kept smiling, a faint trace of gratitude in her eyes.
But Qin Siyang had no intention of talking to her much.
If even a living saint like Zhao