Without parting, who would know how precious love and affection were?
After leaving the surface of the Azure Deep Sea and flying above the clouds, Jon suddenly felt a little sad.
He rarely showed such emotions. To him, emotions were a kind of limitation that could affect his ability to make accurate judgments, so he had always suppressed his feelings.
But Zhu Sha's words today had made him a little sad.
Of course, what saddened him most were the scenes flashing through his mind.
He thought of someone.
This person's face appeared in many of his memories. Yet strangely, throughout all those long years, he had never realized that he possessed such a memory.
But this memory truly existed, and as Jon recalled it, it gradually became more real.
This person.
Jon did not know his name, but in his most recent memory of him, he was called Chen Songyuan. He had been Jon's best friend in his "previous life." In Jon's memories, when he died in Britain, this person had been by his side as well.
But after Jon died, he had no idea what became of him.
Now, it seemed things were not as simple as he had thought.
Chen Songyuan was certainly no ordinary person.
Perhaps he was a god.
After all, it was easy to erase certain things from a child's mind. But Jon had reached his current age and level; making him remember things again was far from easy.
So this person had to be stronger than Jon. Jon did not know exactly what kind of person he was, but he knew that suddenly recalling these things at this moment meant that he would soon find traces of him—or that this person was secretly making him remember them.
Nothing in this world happened without cause.