This is a living myth.
"You left for twenty years, have you finally deigned to come back?" Zhou Dao had just bid farewell to a group of people when a familiar and pleasant voice drifted over.
He looked up, and a graceful figure stood at the entrance of the Primordial King Mansion, Husky understood tacitly and withdrew.
Twenty years had passed since they'd seen each other, Huo Jinli was still breathtakingly beautiful, only now the girlish naivety was gone, replaced by a hint of sorrow in her eyes.
"Little black cat, I've returned."
Zhou Dao stood up, a slight smile playing on his lips, but before he had the chance to open his arms, the "Little black cat" pounced into his embrace, crashing into him fiercely.
"Ouch, you've gotten heavier," Zhou Dao teased, touching on a sensitive issue.
"You bastard, leaving for twenty years; I should have eaten more and squashed you to death."
Huo Jinli cried softly in Zhou Dao's embrace, yet refused to awaken from this dreamlike reality.
