"So, sis, did you protect Beiliang?"
Under the sparse moonlight, Zhou Li and Tao Yao sat side by side on the balcony on the second floor. Arms crossed, Zhou Li gazed at the small town shrouded in darkness and quietly asked, "Or are you Beiliang yourself?"
"Did you guess?"
Tao Yao asked with a smile.
"Yeah."
Zhou Li nodded. A city enveloped by the bizarre, yet profoundly peaceful and harmonious. The only possibility is that this "bizarre" loves the town.
"It's your favorite place."
As if recalling something, Tao Yao spoke with a gentle smile to Zhou Li, "Perhaps hundreds of years later, it will change its name to Jishu."
Zhou Li was stunned.
He opened his mouth, but words didn't come out; instead, he let out a small chuckle. Upon realizing everything, Zhou Li's emotions gradually settled, followed by a comforting joy. In truth, even without the past life, Zhou Li would always regard Tao Yao as his most important person, always has, always will.