Back then, Wen Muling had suffered a series of blows, causing her memory to falter. For a time, she couldn't even recall who she was.
Yet she wasn't in any danger. On the contrary, during that time, she lived quite well and happily!
The place where she found herself was a very peculiar one.
Speaking of this, a nostalgic expression appeared on Wen Muling's face as she murmured, "I never imagined there could be such a place in this world, where the Ghost Race and the Human Clan coexist harmoniously—and everyone works hard for their small lives!"
"Even many Ghost Race young ladies preferred to seek out scholarly gentlemen from the Human Clan, leading to many widely celebrated romances!"
At this point, Wen Muling glanced at Xue An and softly asked, "Lord, do you believe what I've just said?"
An unusual expression flashed across Xue An's face, then he nodded. "I believe you!"