The large conference room felt somewhat empty, with the young Baili Qing sitting in a wide office chair—many years later, she would often sit in similar places to issue commands to many people, exuding authority and earning people's trust.
Yet now she sat on the chair, struggling a bit just to reach the ground.
But she still exuded authority.
"The timeline is not something easy to interfere with; what we see here is at most a historical mirror," the small Baili Qing analyzed seriously. "The easiest point to judge is if this were part of the real timeline, I should have suddenly acquired many childhood memories that didn't originally exist, including the discussion we're having right now in the conference room; moreover..."
As she spoke, her gaze fell on Baili Xue, who was sticking to the projection screen.
The latter had magnified her image a bit, tilting slightly, as if exploring the limits of her enlargement on the projection screen.
