Facing Bai Dan, Bai Zhi didn't need to hide anything; she felt somewhat sad at the moment.
Those days were some of her few moments of happiness.
"Grandfather, you know I used to be foolish, always trying to find ways to get a little more attention from others."
Back then, she craved recognition, even if it was just a modicum of attention.
Of course, Bai Dan knew. The memories of both his current and past lives were gradually returning, which was why he had become even busier.
Once he knew his opponent, if he couldn't finish them off, then it was his problem.
Bai Dan was also sneaking moments of respite amidst his busy schedule; he had only returned today because the game had begun, and the victor was still unknown.
But he certainly wouldn't let Xingxing get hurt, neither would Moh Li.
Now, they each had their own paths to walk within this, with a hopeful future.
