It felt as though warm sunlight shone on his face, driving away the cold.
He stood in a blank expanse, not knowing where he was.
He walked and walked, wandering aimlessly.
At last, he stopped.
A box appeared before him, an exquisitely wrapped box.
He crouched to pick it up, but suddenly his mother's face appeared before his eyes, along with what she had said to him then. "Yuhao, why don't you try it too? It looks quite nice..."
How long had it been since his mother had said that to him? Too long-or rather, he had never dared recall it.
In the Wood Shed, in the Divine Realm, wherever he was, he had never forgotten the scenes of his time with his mother, but he dared not bring them to mind.
Everyone's chatter and laughter sounded beside his ears again, but when he turned his head, he found no one there...
Huo Yuhao picked up the box on the ground.
Was this a very precious box? To Huo Yuhao, it was.
Were there any rare treasures inside? No, only a set of clothes.
Then what was so precious about it? It was a set of clothes my mother made with her own hands, the one thing she could still leave me now...
A clamor arose, then disappeared.
Everything that had happened in the past replayed before his eyes: the things he had experienced, the promises he had made...
An ocean of emotions flooded his mind: joy, sorrow, hatred, regret... Only this time, Huo Yuhao felt no discomfort. This was not because he had grown accustomed to the feeling, but because Huo Yuhao...
At that moment, in a strange space, Elder Yi sat facing someone.
"Thank you for your help. Otherwise, that would have been the end for me and