If only the seal had been broken earlier and the cycle broken from the outside, Wen Sheng would still find it headaches and troublesome. Unfortunately, it's too late.
She has been imprisoned in meaningless oppression and shackles for too long.
Seventeen counterattacks, killing Wen Sheng twenty-one times, to no avail.
Yet, the soul is already on the brink of collapse.
"So pathetic, Wen Wen.
Someone as weak as you will ultimately find it difficult to meet father's expectations... Why don't you want to turn back?"
Wen Sheng sneered, mocking, as if a true god, occasionally extending a hand of mercy to an opponent with no threats.
"Come back home, sister, and apologize to father."
He lowered his gaze, bestowing pity: "For father's sake, I might even forgive you."
"Home?"
Wen Wen laughed.
Is there really such a thing in this world?
Yet, for some reason, the unfamiliar word brought to mind so many familiar faces and smiles.
