However, she had no idea exactly when this was.
'What year is this?'
She tried hard to recall what she had learned.
But unfortunately, she realized her knowledge of history was far too poor.
'Dammit, why didn't I pay more attention in history class?'
She cursed herself in frustration.
Song Qingya felt like a lost child.
A barrier stood between her and the surrounding crowd.
No matter how she tried to blend in, she couldn't break through it.
And Fei Jin seemed just as out of place.
Although he appeared calm on the surface, his pain and bewilderment were impossible to hide.
Even though he didn't speak, Song Qingya could feel a deathly stillness radiating from him.
She knew that the Fei Jin before her was no longer the person she was familiar with.
Fei Jin walked into a large compound.
Song Qingya followed close behind, her heart filled with unease.
She didn't know what this place meant to them, nor what would happen next.
