Ji Fuyi's brows jumped: "Acquaintance? You are afraid you have recognized the wrong person."
Pei Anran smiled helplessly, as if to compromise: "Taoist priest, if you say no, then it's not."
Ji Fuyi: "..." He found Pei Anran's attitude very interesting. But he didn't want to argue too much with Pei Anran, saying that he and Mr. Yang were definitely not the same person. He just pretended not to see this attitude and asked: "You seem to know, why don't you talk to Pindao about these two people?"
The wind was blowing slightly, and the distant clouds were floating in the sky, high and far away, like an unreachable past event. The wind blew and blew, as if it was that day ten years ago again.