C2385 The Little Girl!

She glanced around, unable to find any trace of Ye Feng's presence. Only a diary lay on the ground, hinting that he had been there.

"Courting death," she muttered, picking up the notebook that held her past. Thousands of years had passed, and with so many experiences, she feared forgetting the people she once knew, so she documented them in her journal. She never imagined a man would see it