Many voices merged into a torrent that swept into Huang Bingkun's mind, making him recall many things about the past. It was like many fragments flowing into a vast river, where countless faces floated and sank, with different appearances, clothing, accents, and looks. Like fragments of a film, they blinked in the depths of his memory and then vanished, speaking different words in different times and scenes, some he could remember, while others were as if they were strangers.
A final white light pierced his eyes, causing his pupils to contract slightly, and then the light gradually receded, revealing the vague shadows behind it. The shadows overlapped with each other, forming three people standing in front of him, one of them holding a light source, and his blurred vision gradually became clear in this process.
"What's your name?"
"Huang... Bingkun."
"That's not what you said last time."
"No, that's my name."
"Really?"
