Space, Magic Brush, Potion, she could speak of them, but the matter of rebirth was hard for her to articulate.
"Dad, is this the recent dream you've been having?" Although Meng Xinian felt heavy-hearted, he instinctively caught the suspicion, "But this image is already recorded in the crystal."
Jiang Xiao was taken aback.
Jiang Shiheng also paused.
He previously felt the dream was familiar; after seeing the image Jiang Xiao brought out, he was sure it wasn't a recent dream.
He must have dreamed of it before, or—
Seen it.
But for now, he was still somewhat confused and needed to sort it out properly.
Jiang Xiao also looked towards Jiang Shiheng.
"At that time, Little hadn't found you, and you hadn't met her, so there wouldn't be the concern you mentioned about her."
Meng Xinian was always like this, adept at catching points and flaws, then unraveling them.
