There was no panic, no unease, only serenity remained, as if everything was meant to be this way, and the moonlight was meant to shine so bright.
It turned out that his own Heart Demon was longing.
"Such dreams, in their thousands of forms and myriad states, with countless glories and declines, make fifty years pass in an instant. Gain is not worth rejoicing over, nor loss worth grieving. Only when there is joy in the world does one realize that this very joy is a great source of sorrow in human existence."
"The yellow millet dream is not yet cooked, yet one has already reached Huaxu in a dream."
"..."
Su Bei rose to his feet, gazing at the familiar academic building. He took out his cell phone from his pocket, looking at each of the contacts on the screen.
Fatty, Hei'zi... Father, Mother.
He sent messages to them one by one. The content was extremely brief, just three words:
"——I was here."
"..."
——And then, Su Bei looked at Key Smoke with a smile.
