The little boy in front of me didn't recognize me.
My heart involuntarily jumped. It was normal for Changan during elementary school not to recognize me, but this little boy should correspond to the real Changan. For a moment, I couldn't tell if he was still actually Changan, merely entangled in his self-awareness within the dream, or if he was really Ying Lingyun from elementary school.
"I am Zhuang Cheng."
I first introduced myself, then asked again, "You are Zhu Changan, right?"
"Zhuang Cheng... who?"
Even after hearing my name, he still seemed fairly unfamiliar. Fortunately, he nodded afterward and said, "Yes, I am Zhu Changan... Are you my grandfather's guest?"
I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart and then asked with a deliberately testing tone, "What do you think?"