Why?
Huo Yuhao felt utterly lost.
At that moment, he desperately wanted to rush over, grab that man by the collar, and demand an answer.
Why?
Why was he acting so respectfully before that man?
Why did he call that man Father?
Had he already forgotten what kind of life they had once lived? Forgotten how those people had treated them?
Did he not remember every day they had gone hungry and cold, every day they had humbled themselves in the dust to beg others for help?
If he had not forgotten, then why was he calling that man Father so meekly now?
Or was it because he had not watched helplessly as their mother died, unable to do anything, that he could still say that word before that man?
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Huo Yuhao's mind.
Yet he realized that he seemed to have no hatred left to direct at Dai Yunze.
All he felt was a faint trace of despair.
Even if I piled every crime I could imagine onto you, I still couldn't bring myself to hate you.
I just couldn't understand.
I couldn't understand why everything seemed to have changed ever since the day you left.
Even when you later appeared before me again.
I thought that from that day onward, my life would gradually get better.
But now, it seemed that my life was still just as shattered.
Nothing had changed.
Were all those changes merely an illusion?
If they were only an illusion, then what was the point?
There was no point anymore.
Wang Dong suddenly sensed that something was wrong. Huo Yuhao's aura had been fluctuating violently just moments ago, so why did he now seem as though he were about to die, his presence abruptly weakening to almost nothing?