"Senior, I still have one thing I don't understand."
Huo Yuhao rested his hand on the chair, his knuckles tapping rhythmically against the wooden armrest as he looked at A Yin.
A Yin processed her emotions very quickly. For her, over the past ten thousand years, what she excelled at most was simply not remembering. As long as she did not remember, her feelings would not be stirred up by those events, allowing her a sliver of courage to endure a bit longer in this endless prison of time.
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