Late May.
The day of departure.
The airport.
Chen Lusi looked curiously at Xia Yue: "I thought you would fly over."
"I'd be exhausted."
Xia Yue chuckled at the remark: "Besides, it's not urgent... ignoring modern tools sounds really dumb."
"..."
Chen Lusi fell silent for a moment.
Xia Yue thought of something, smiling and asked, "Did you confuse me with Xia Panqiu?"
"A little."
Hesitating momentarily, Chen Lusi ultimately decided to speak the truth.
No choice.
The impression Xia Panqiu left over the past few days was too deep.
She seemed naive, somewhat clumsy.
Didn't know how to give up, single-minded, liked to tease Wu You.
... Until yesterday, she was still stubbornly practicing 'First Line' with that massive Horse-Cutting Saber.
That's his third-phase impression of Xia Panqiu.
By the way.
The first phase was simply clumsy, the second phase awkward.
"That's her true self."
