"Senior Brother Song."

When those three words rang out from behind Song Xiwei, she suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.

"How have you been?" the man said again.

As Song Xiwei turned around, the person turned around just then.

I saw the person's face.

Song Xiwei's eyes widened. How strange, this person seems familiar.

What did he call her just now?

Senior Brother Song?

Could they be from the same sect?

There were many fellow disciples in the same sect, and she couldn't recognize all of their faces.

Song Xi looked at the other person with some embarrassment. The other person was very good-looking, but it was a pity that they hadn't met each other many times. Otherwise, with such a face, she wouldn't have been buried in the sect. At least she would have been ranked among the other senior and junior sisters, right?

"I wonder which master this junior brother is from?" Song Xiwei asked, looking at the other person with a puzzled expression.

They were much more polite than before.

If they were truly from the same sect, they should at least show some consideration for their past relationship.

"..." The other party was stunned.

His lips moved slightly, and after a long silence, he asked her, "Don't you remember me?"

Song Xiwei: "..." She was embarrassed. There were too many fellow disciples, and she couldn't remember them all.

"Um, how about you give me a hint, junior brother? I'll try my best to think about it." She tried her best not to make the other person feel awkward.

However, the deep sorrow on the other person's face grew even stronger.

"In just a few short years, you've forgotten me so completely..." The man said with a sorrowful expression, "I've always remembered you."

Song Xiwei: "..."

Suddenly realizing what the other person meant, I roughly understood: he meant that I hadn't seen him for several years.

Have I forgotten him?

Wait, this person...

I seem to remember someone who liked to wear this kind of navy blue gorgeous dress, with her long hair tied up with a matching headband, the ends of which were adorned with navy blue feathers.

This person...

Suddenly, some images popped into my mind.

The boy's blood-stained face was wiped clean, revealing a pure and clean appearance. His face was untouched by worldly dust, so elegant. If he were to grow up in a few years, he would surely become a refined gentleman.

"How about calling me Kong Yu?" She looked at the man with sparkling eyes.

The boy's handsome eyes crinkled into a smile. "I... have a name now?"

"Hey, this is my first time naming someone. What do you think? Isn't it pretty good? Kongyu, it suits you perfectly!"

Song Xiwei was still immersed in that scene when suddenly, the person's voice pulled her back to reality.

"Kong Yu has always wanted to see you again." The man took the initiative to give his name.

Song Xiwei's face suddenly turned extremely ugly, as if she had thought of something disgusting. "You'd better not use the name Kongyu anymore, Zelin!"

Ze Lin stared intently at her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide my identity back then."

They said sorry, but their actions showed no sign of it.

Song Xiwei looked at him with a displeased expression: "Speak, what do you want to do!"

"When old friends meet, why not sit down, drink and raise a glass?" Ze Lin pointed to the table full of delicious food. "I got up very early to prepare this, and I made it myself. It's no less thoughtful than some people's."

Originally indifferent, Song Xiwei's expression changed upon hearing Ze Lin's sudden unspoken words: "How can you know what others are thinking? Besides, I have no intention of reminiscing with you, and our relationship has never been that of old friends, understand?"

Seeing that she was about to leave, Ze Lin flashed and blocked her way. "I have sent people to invite you many times, but you have never given me face. So, I had no choice but to come to see you in person."

"Oh." Song Xiwei looked at Ze Lin expressionlessly. "Is your face worth that much? I won't give you face, what can you do about it?"