Seeing that she remained unmoved, Sister Ling stood up and took her hand, "Xiao Xi, your friend is here."

As she spoke, she opened the door first.

"Lin Xi? Wow, so that's what your parents are like."

It's Chen Jin.

The young man carrying the long sword finally learned how to smile and chat with everyone with ease.

There are also Lu Nan, Yun, and Cheng Sheng.

Lin's mother came out of the kitchen. "Son, you'd better take good care of the guests!"

Lin Xi's heart gradually calmed down, and her mind finally cleared. "What is 'f'?"

Everyone was taken aback by her seemingly nonsensical question.

Countless faces were staring at her.

Lin Xi repeated, "What is 'f'?"

"What nonsense are you spouting, child?"

Lin's mother pulled her back, giving her a loving glare. "Sweetie, they're all your friends. You have to take good care of them."

"I know, they're all my friends." Lin Xi lowered her head, and when she looked up again, her eyes were red. "I already guessed, Mom."

"What are you saying? Mom doesn't understand," Lin's mother shook her head, looking confused.

Lin Xi hugged her, resting her head against her chest, just like when they were forced to separate in kindergarten, filled with endless longing.

"f is fake".

Lin's mother patted her head and said, "Good girl."

“It’s all fake. I remember everything. Brother Long is dead, Sister Ling is dead, and you are dead too.” As she said this, she couldn’t help but feel a lump in her throat, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.