Bing Rong's eyes lit up, "Is it another novel from your hometown that you talk about?"
"Indeed." Shen Yuan chuckled and nodded, he had remembered each and every word of all the novels he had read in his previous life due to his enhanced sea of consciousness and soul.
'Now that I think about it, why do I feel that my soul is gradually getting stronger?' He asked.
[Hehe, looks like you forgot, well that's not surprising considering its nature. Anyways, you shouldn't worry about that. It's only beneficial to you and it will also help you in your critical time.]
Shen Yuan's mind only became more confused, but he decided to let it go. After spending such a long time with Yue Lan, he had learned to trust her.
And soon, he began to tell her another interesting story. Time slowly passed, and when he went mid-way in the story, Bing Rong's hand slowly moved towards his chest, caressing it softly.
