Sword Spirit said helplessly, "So, you ignored all the advice I just gave you? Didn't listen to a word?"
Zhao Rong stated, word by word:
"I like Qing Jun."
Ever since that night when he discovered he had only awakened the identity and personality of his previous life's memories, the memories of his two lives had already merged.
From his current perspective, he looked back on his past with Qing Jun.
He and Qing Jun were childhood sweethearts, innocent friends since their youth.
Every moment with her, everything she had done for him, now filled his mind as his memories, and he could never forget them.
She had always shown him her love, humbly waiting, nearly stating directly, "I fancy you."
She mended wedding gowns for him, cared intimately for Black Jade, and one letter, one word from him, and she would rush back without caring for her safety.
Yet what had he done?
Ha, perhaps his former self had excuses.