Zheng...Zheng Xiangyue?!
Lin Xian was looking at the white-haired old woman standing before him, tied in a neat ponytail, who was well over a hundred years old but still appeared sprightly, moving and speaking with great fluidity...
Zheng Xiangyue.
In his reality of 2024, he had only just parted ways with her no more than two days ago.
Back then, she was just a frail little girl with a heart condition, so frail and alone that anyone who saw her couldn't help but pity her.
She was always wearing electromagnetic patches linked with various wires, which even made moving freely a problem.
Now, facing this old granny...
Lin Xian found it genuinely difficult to associate these two "Zheng Xiangyues" together!
However,
the small laminated piece of paper he held in his hand seemed to be the ironclad proof of Zheng Xiangyue's identity.
Because...
this small paper was, under the watchful eyes of Lin Xian, written meticulously by a teenage Zheng Xiangyue.