At this moment.
Liu Di stood quietly.
He looked at Little Liu, who was holding the diary, his body trembling slightly and his eyes moist.
He sighed softly.
So that was how it was.
Liu Zhengqing, as my father, had written the diary through February. And I, as a father myself, would continue writing it for my own son to read.
Three timelines, one inheritance.
The Liu family was unprecedented and unparalleled.
Liu Di slowly nodded, somewhat moved. Though he was about to fall into the unknown, leaving his companions with a perfect explanation brought him a sliver of comfort.
As for Little Liu and the others, Liu Di believed they were a group capable of creating miracles.
The Watcher said Little Liu and the others would be plunged into layer upon layer of danger?
What a joke.
The Watcher had once predicted Liu Di's death countless times.
Yet Liu Di had proven him wrong just as many times.
"Little Liu is my descendant. Smacking villains in the face is basic stuff for him."
Liu Di looked at the little boy and smiled knowingly, though a few more strands of reluctance rose in his heart.
"Awesome!"
Little Liu suddenly leaped three feet into the air. "Violent Bear finally left! This big brother is back on top!"
Liu Di froze.
"Kun Sang!"
"Did you see that?"
"Violent Bear said I'm the captain of the Tian Jue Hao now!"
Holding up the February diary, Little Liu puffed out his chest. "The caged bird has flown free, and the fierce tiger has descended the mountain! I'll lead the Tian Jue Hao to create glory that belongs to this big brother!"
Liu Di pressed his lips together slightly.
Were children everywhere like this?
Should I remove him from his post?
But in that instant,