Mo Tang couldn't help but laugh. It was still the same Linghu Lan, always managing to make people laugh unexpectedly. Her words always had a touch of chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur), but they didn't offend people; they just felt real.
After he woke up, he knew some things about Linghu Lan, but not much, and he wanted to hear her tell him herself. "What were your thoughts after you learned you could travel through time?"
This was an interesting topic, stirring up long-forgotten memories for Linghu Lan, who slowly drifted into reminiscence. "Back then, I was just a chuunibyou (delusional) girl..."
Mo Tang's lips twitched again, just like now.
As if she had guessed Mo Tang's thoughts, Linghu Lan smiled and said, "Now you're a chuunibyou old auntie."
Time waits for no one. They spent countless wonderful years in their sleep, but also wasted their precious youth in reality. However, overall it was still worthwhile, since not everyone has such a valuable experience.
Mo Tang felt a pang of sadness. He listened intently as Linghu Lan spoke, his expression grave: "When I found out I was in someone else's body, I was a little scared. But being able to live again was exciting, especially since the system said it could give me a second chance. You know, back then I was focused on revenge. I was willing to do anything to survive. With hope in my heart, I had the motivation to fight. Actually, thinking about it now, while living is precious, immortality is also quite terrifying!"
Mo Tang understood this deeply, and felt a pang of emotion. "You're amazing!"
"Why do you say that?" Linghu Lan raised her head, her gaze questioning.
"During my long-term time travel, I became confused due to having too many memories, and had to shut down my memories. However, you are different. Your memories are very organized and there are no problems. Your situation is one in a million."
Linghu Lan thought about it for a moment, and it really was true. "Maybe I'm forgetful, or just heartless."
Mo Tang smiled slightly. That's not how it is. Her heart is firm, single-minded, pure and innocent. That's why such a miracle happened. Most people with complicated minds are already driven crazy by their own thoughts and have no extra space to accept other memories.
A cup has a limited capacity; once it's full of itself, it can't hold anyone else.
"Linghu Lan, why did you save me back then?" Mo Tang stopped and stood under a plum tree. The yellow winter plum blossoms were in full bloom and fragrant, and snowflakes were falling one by one.
“I’m kind-hearted!” Linghu Lan said with a smile. “Seeing you wandering through time and space looking so pitiful, I took pity on you. No need to thank me too much.”
Mo Tang: "..."
He reached out and plucked a yellow wintersweet blossom, gently placing it on Linghu Lan's smooth, black hair. His dark eyes were filled with seriousness, and his words, spoken slowly and deliberately, were enigmatic. "Linghu Lan, people shouldn't be saved haphazardly!"
Linghu Lan raised an eyebrow. "What? You have a problem with me saving you?"
"I have a problem with this..."
"Any objections?"
"You saved me, so I must repay you with my body!" Mo Tang's gentle fingers caressed Linghu Lan's pale and fair face. He felt a little regretful. It was a pity that he was a patient. If he weren't a patient, at this moment, he should be holding flowers and a diamond ring, kneeling on one knee, and giving her a grand proposal.
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