"…Idiot."
But then a faint, self-mocking voice answered from ahead.
"I really am an idiot, aren't I?"
The original Li Feng was a bit surprised.
He had not expected the masked man in the memory to react as if he had actually heard his quiet remark.
Peng Jianwei slowly stood back up.
With that, he put the peculiar mask back into place, covering the face that Zi Yuanling had just seen.
A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips beneath the mask as he murmured,
"I shouldn't develop any feelings for a pet."
"???"
The original Li Feng's eyes widened at that remark.
Before he could fully process it, the memory around them began to change.
Scenes accelerated unnaturally, flowing forward like a disk spinning at high speed.
The quiet bamboo house, the forest path, and the lingering traces of that farewell blurred and raced ahead, compressing the passage of time into a rapid stream of shifting images.
