The rise of frustration made the already endlessly cold winter even more snowy and windy.
Wen Xishu was entirely engulfed in a void.
He could roughly imagine that his universe was nearing its end, maybe everything was just emptiness, maybe he never saved anyone, maybe he was merely implanted with a memory, perhaps... history never existed.
Dense black mist turned to dust, slowly enveloping him.
This is the most terrifying imprisonment, blocking all windows named hope, making any light invisible and extinguishing any desire to leave.
Just thinking, feeling tired, heavy, weary, everything seemed meaningless.
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Bunker, the Principal's office.
Albert was restless, still savoring the conversation he had just had.
That was certainly not Little Tree; the Wen Xishu he saw was a sapling growing incredibly fast.
Albert had no doubt that this tree would someday grow into a towering tree, possibly even become a giant tree supporting this world.
But not now.
