"Just as I told you, the world of the Earth Sea is filled with such despair."
"But you are destined to follow the previous plan, modify all memories, and return there. This is your fate."
A spoonful of rice mixed with rich gravy was stuffed into Gao Zhiming's mouth. The hand holding the spoon was as white as jade; it was Anna's hand.
She no longer hid anything, explaining in detail to her nine-year-old husband the entire cause and effect of the situation.
"Sister, won't I remember you anymore?"
Gao Zhiming, lying in the hospital bed, grabbed the blanket covering him with both hands, looking worried.
"No, only if you go down there. In at most eight years, you will meet me again, and only then can I be created by Divait's special ability."
"Otherwise, I will cease to exist. Our daughter Shanshan will also cease to exist."
Hearing that his future self will meet his sister again, Gao Zhiming finally felt relieved.
