The man was dressed in a long robe of black with gold accents, and he wore a ghost face mask with a green face and fangs. His hair, white and unbound, cascaded loosely around him. He slowly sat up, straightening his robe, and then, with one hand propped against his forehead, replied indifferently, "Lady, what is this supposed to mean? Judging by the Lady’s demeanor, it seems as though you’ve come to levy accusations." She grabbed the front of his robe with one hand, closing the gap between them. "Liang Zhichen, memory loss is no excuse, but who gave you permission to leave without a word? Leaving is one thing, but to be even more outrageous than Yixuan and not send any message at all for so long!" If it wasn’t for the firm belief in her heart, she might have thought the man had died in some unknown corner of the world. The worry she felt in the past was now matched by her rage. She tore off the mask on the man’s face, revealing that handsome and elegant visage which looked the same as it did yesterday, as if the time they spent apart had not left a single mark on him. Yet, the way he looked at her was still so unfamiliar. The man looked back at her coldly, "I walk or stay as I please; it’s my own business. As for you, I still remember what happened. You took advantage of me when I was vulnerable and defiled me..." "Will you just shut up!" She could no longer hold back her anger. Even though she had grown taller since those days, her height of one meter seventy still seemed petite compared to the man’s towering one meter eighty-plus, nearly one meter ninety stature. But she was strong, and with a loud bang, she pushed the man back onto the couch. "How did I treat you back then, huh? or ?" Mimicking her actions from the past, she lifted his robe. He clenched his fists, his expression icy cold, but his neck was red with anger. "You are being completely shameless! Better leave before I lose my temper!" "You’re telling me to leave, huh?!?" She tilted her head, looking naive yet seductive. "Liang, rolling away is a rather advanced move. Why don’t you demonstrate it for me? Oh, I almost forgot, you have already ’rolled’ away, and that roll lasted for over a year, more than five hundred days and nights. You sure rolled far!" The man’s face changed, he suddenly struck out, his palm aimed at her chest; she, on the other hand, looked back at him with a smile, as if she was the proverbial pig not afraid of boiling water. "Come on? If you can truly kill me today, I’ll be impressed!" Had she shown any sign of defense, it might have been different, but with her completely unguarded before him, he couldn’t follow through. The hand meant to strike her twisted in mid-air and landed on the long couch instead. With a loud crash, the couch collapsed beneath them. She who had been seated atop him suddenly fell into his embrace, and he instinctively stretched out his arms, encircling her waist, protecting her. "Heh~~~" she laughed joyfully, with a look that said, "I knew it would be ." "Qi Xi, his temperament is much like Sansan’s, especially that frivolous and reckless attitude. And that girl with the surname Lu, look, doesn’t she resemble someone? Her short stature, doesn’t it remind you of me back then? And those eyebrows, those eyes... Even the terrain here in Mist Capital, and your attic, take a look at your own paintings!" She pointed to a corner of the room where several sheets of paper hung, their outlines faint, yet the images of a small family farmhouse with six male figures and one shorter female figure could be discerned. Although the painting was blurry, as if the artist couldn’t completely recall their features, capturing only the rough outlines without any detailed filling, she recognized it instantly. It was their home. Their home, located in Taihang Town, in that small village in the hills.