Hua Yunfei sat there, racking his brains, but he couldn't remember how he had suddenly died in his previous life.
A car accident?
A serious illness?
It didn't seem like either.
He truly couldn't remember. It was clear as day when he had first transmigrated; he had remembered everyone and everything from his past life.
But now, he had almost forgotten it all!
Had he cultivated for too long, causing his mind to unconsciously erase memories it deemed unimportant?
"Whose memories were those just now? Though I've forgotten most of them, I don't think those memories belonged to me."
"Wushuang? Was that Dao Wushuang?"
"And who were the other two? They sounded like a couple."
Though he had forgotten most of his memories, Hua Yunfei remembered that he hadn't had a girlfriend when he died in his previous life.
So the man in those memories probably hadn't been him. But if it wasn't him, then who was it?
Just then, the scene appeared again.
This time, the main character seemed to be a little boy. In the blurry image, he bounced into a wooden cabin, where someone sat inside. The person seemed to be an old man, since the boy called him Grandpa.
"Grandpa, you're smoking again. I'm going to tell Dad!"
"Hehe, just one last cigarette. Grandpa definitely won't smoke tomorrow."
"You said that yesterday, too!"
"Tomorrow, Grandpa will definitely keep his promise. I promise."
"No! Grandpa isn't allowed to smoke now. Otherwise, I'll never talk to you again. Hmph."
"Hehe, all right, all right. Grandpa won't smoke. I'll throw it away right now."
Crack!
The scene suddenly shattered like glass.
When it reappeared, it showed what had happened earlier: a woman was crouched beside a corpse, weeping inconsolably.
But this time, there was something more in the scene.