Time flowed on like water.
When the appointed time arrived, Xia Luo went to that familiar yet slightly unfamiliar grand hotel.
After spending all these years as a beggar and learning how to act, he had managed to earn a bit of money.
He used it to buy a suit and dress himself up to look respectable. No one stopped him when he entered the hotel.
If he had really been dressed as a beggar, he might not have been able to get into a place like this. That was why Xia Luo had gone to buy himself a fine outfit.
He came to the bathroom he had left more than a decade ago.
He looked at the face in the mirror.
Black and thin, it no longer resembled his former appearance in the slightest.
It was as if he had become a different person.
He touched his face, and the tears in his eyes once again flowed uncontrollably.
He sighed. Damn it, this is the downside of getting too deep into character. I burst into tears at the drop of a hat. I'm only feeling a little emotional now. Is there really any need to cry? Damn, could I have cried so much while acting that I broke my tear ducts?
At that thought,
Xia Luo's tears flowed even harder.
Looking back on the more than ten years since he transmigrated, he could sum them up with only two words: tragedy.
How did I end up living like this?
He thought of how his mother had worked herself to death.
He had not even seen her one last time.
Xia Luo slapped himself hard. He had lived such a damn miserable life.
He rubbed his hands together and prayed to Heaven, Earth, and his ancestors. *I hope Heaven, Mother