"An Ziqi."
A voice suddenly came through, and An Ziqi's vision blurred, all images instantly vanished as she found herself looking into Xiao Moli's eyes, his fingers pinching her chin.
And she was still holding the jade pendant from Xiao Yimo's neck.
Threads of chill emanated from the jade pendant, seeping into her body through her fingertips.
An Ziqi shook her head vigorously, and upon looking again, it was still Xiao Moli—everything she had just experienced seemed like a mere hallucination.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Xiao Moli, seeing her shake her head, asked anxiously.
"Nothing, I…"
An Ziqi was just about to say she had felt dizzy, but as she looked down, her eyes fell upon Xiao Yimo on the table, her mouth agape in shock.
No wonder, no wonder the woman in court attire she had seen felt so familiar—it was Xiao Yimo!
It was just that she was dressed in ancient clothing. So, did she just… time-travel?
