That strange tacit understanding between Ye Lingyue and Di Shen had only grown more obvious ever since they arrived on the Ancient Nine Provinces Continent.
Especially after they had been separated and then reunited, that feeling deepened a great deal, like an old married couple.
Sometimes, Ye Lingyue didn't even have to speak before Di Shen understood her, and likewise, Di Shen was the same.
This kind of feeling, she had never had before, whether with Feng Xun or Wu Zhong.
But sometimes, Ye Lingyue would also feel that this familiarity was somehow…familiar in itself, as if at some unknown point in time, there had been someone else who shared this exact tacit understanding with her.
Who could it be?
Ye Lingyue furrowed her brow again and again, thinking until her head hurt, but no matter what, she couldn't remember. In her mind there was only a faint, tall figure; she clearly wanted to drive it away, yet it stubbornly lingered.
