Four Decades

To say the least, Zhao Lifei was stunned. Her face was frozen with disbelief. She stared at him like he was a stranger, her lips opening and closing. Her brain was messier than strings of tangled yarns. "What...but...how...that's impossible, h-huh?" Was the only thing she could say after a few seconds of awkward silence. 

Yang Feng was glad to see this reaction instead of something filled with violence and screaming. Seeing as she couldn't form proper sentences to voice her thoughts, he changed the subject. "How much do you remember?"

"Not much." Zhao Lifei curtly replied, her lips pressing together. She averted her gaze. She remembered him up to the part where he told her to meet up in the garden, but he never showed up that day. She was mauled through the lawn by her mother and spent the rest of the day in her room, wondering why her "Fengfeng" never showed up.