Never Forgotten

"Jon, you came back pretty early this time. Xiao Mu still hasn't returned from school." The speaker was an old man sitting inside a glass-walled pavilion, greeting the newcomer.

"The research has produced some preliminary results. I finally got some leave, so I rushed back right away to reunite with my family," said a young, magnetic voice.

Angel was currently attached to the owner of that voice. His heart brimmed with excitement. Though the voice sounded young, its tone and the cadence of its Huaxia language were far too familiar to him.

It was Jon!

The moment he entered Jon's dream, he found himself moving along a long street. Red maple trees lined both sides, and maple leaves drifted down from time to time, forming a beautiful autumn scene.

Yet beyond the red maples lay pitch-black darkness, like a sea of chaos.

Only this long street carried a faint glimmer of light within that blackened world.

At first, Angel was somewhat puzzled. Was this Jon's dream? Why was it taking place on a long street?

After quite a while, the person he was attached to continued moving, leaving Angel unable to confirm whether it was Jon, or even whether this dream belonged to the Wizarding World or Earth from another universe.

Until the traveler came upon a pavilion.

As the old man inside the pavilion spoke, the surroundings grew brighter. Angel saw what seemed to be a villa district behind the pavilion. Judging by the architectural style, he could roughly determine that the place shown in this dream was probably Earth.

Especially when the traveler spoke, Angel almost immediately confirmed that it was Jon's voice.

Jon and the old man conversed in a language that was both familiar and unfamiliar to Angel. Listening to them speak, Angel was overwhelmed with