Having spent two days together, Han Xiao felt that they were a lot alike.
Just as Hua Wuyan once said, a woman changes eighteen times as they grow up but the one thing that remains the same is the shape of their eyes and the line of their brows.
He pursed his lips and after a while, he said, "I feel that you are my Xiao Budian. We learnt martial arts together on Mount Qi. Hua Wuyan was there with us, and so were the others. We all used fake names."
Qin Shu knew that regardless of how she tried to explain herself, Han Xiao was unlikely to believe her.
She sighed. "Whether you believe it or not, I'm really not your Xiao Budian. My mother never sent me to learn martial arts on Mount Qi. I would still like to be your friend, though. I have heard that Mount Qi is quite far away.
An indescribable feeling welled up in her chest. They had not spent much time together yet, for some odd reason, she felt a trace of familiarity in his disposition.
