Her Goal, Part I
Youmei had finally stopped crying and eventually fell asleep with her head on Wu Meiying’s lap. They were sitting on the bed now, and Wu Meiying was stroking the black panther’s hair, gently running her hands through the young magical beast’s fur. Wu Jian sat beside her, looking at the pair.
“I’ve never seen her get quite that emotional before, not even when we met with Jingshu and Lili,” he observed casually.
Wu Meiying’s smile was gentle as she looked at Youmei, like a kind older sister gazing upon her younger sibling. “That’s because Youmei is one of our companions from a previous life.”
“Wait. Really?”