Like her, he sat down on the bluestone in front of the river.

Although I was very happy and excited to see her.

But at this moment, I didn't know what to say.

I feel inexplicably nervous and my heart beats faster.

And Qingdai didn't look at me either.

Just looking at the moon in the sky, he continued to speak quietly:

"do you know?

You are the first person to burn incense for me in more than two thousand years."

I was stunned and looked at the Qingdai beside me with some surprise. Two thousand years?

Could it be that Qing Dai died more than two thousand years ago?
Chapter completed!