Duan Qingting said bitterly, "Nie Xiaoran, you keep calling me a monster, but think about it, have I done any harm to you like a monster?" After a pause, he sneered and said, "Okay, from today on, we will pretend that we have never met. You take your Yangguan Road, and I will cross my single-plank bridge!"
Qiu Yuhan said, "Xiao Ran, you have been spending time with me, and you should be able to understand my feelings for you. That monster killed innocent people indiscriminately and brought trouble to the world. What else do you want him to do?" Finally, he pulled her into his arms, sighed softly, and said, "Don't think about him anymore, okay?"
Qin Yi listened to her slow and even breathing, held her in his arms, and wrapped her tightly in his own clothes. Seeing her carefree, sleeping face like a baby, and thinking of every moment since meeting her, I felt sad in my heart, and silently muttered, "I'm afraid there will never be another chance to be so close to her in the future." A drop of tear fell slowly, and his lips touched her forehead gently.
How can Nie Xiaoran, a time-traveling girl who knows nothing about playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, who knows nothing about cooking, and who only knows algebra, geometry and calculus, walk and sing at the same time in that chaotic world?