He also silently prayed that the fool could break free from his cocoon and transform into a butterfly, to reverse his destiny.
He hoped that the last bloodline of the Wen Family could restore the Wen Family's glory, and that the brothers Wen Chaohua and Wen Xishu could take hold of the dreams he once had and make them reality.
He was so afraid that those desires tormented him, requiring him to regularly check the names on the death roster. Only if the names did not include flower and tree could he be at ease.
Now, seeing Wen Xishu's face, Wen Tingyun felt as if his spine had been pulled out.
It was at this moment that Wen Xishu understood why the fool could reconcile with Wen Tingyun.
He suddenly patted Wen Tingyun on the shoulder:
"Sorry, I'm actually not Wen Xishu. If you don't believe me, you can check the death roster on the thirteenth floor."
"I'm just a fan of Wen Xishu; I'm an ardent member of the Xishu Divine Teaching."
