"What's that supposed to mean?" Meng Xinian's tone even sounded a little stiff.
"Like we don't know each other at all."
Hearing that, Meng Xinian's brows lifted; instead he actually felt there was a bit of hope.
"Then that's even more unreasonable. If your dream is precognitive, then ten years from now we'd only be more familiar with each other—how could we possibly not know one another?"
Jiang Shiheng nodded as well.
He was thinking the same thing, and also felt this whole business didn't add up.
Seeing them both fall into thought at the same time, Jiang Xiao opened her mouth, but then didn't know where to start.
Say that she died and was reborn?
Too horrifying—she didn't know if they could accept it.
Maybe they could, but she didn't want the way they looked at her to change in the future.
