"How long have you been here?" Qian Cangyi asked.
"Me?" Little Drilling Wind pointed his right index finger at his chin, then replied, "Three days, a bit longer than you."
"Oh?" Qian Cangyi stuck both hands in his pockets.
"Although I'm not very sure, Cangyi, you probably haven't spent the night inside the Dark Forest. Of course, it doesn't rule out that you've always stayed indoors." Little Drilling Wind looked up at the dense leaves.
"I feel like you've changed a bit." Qian Cangyi brought up the topic. Originally, he didn't intend to say it, but somehow, it happened to come up.
