Fang Yu felt a headache coming on.
Many scenes here were those Fang Yu was unwilling to face.
Brothers who once died, friendships once lost, empires once built.
Even though he tried to make amends for everything, he could not restore what was lost.
Fang Yu tried to grasp those images with his hands, but unfortunately, all his fingers touched was emptiness, nothing tangible.
He felt as if he were inside a movie.
This movie was playing out the extraordinary past of Fang Yu.
Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness.
Bitterness, sweetness, and acridity.
As if he experienced it all over again.
...
Time flew by quickly.
Faster than imagined.
When the torrent of time suddenly rushed through the images in Fang Yu's memory.
Fang Yu's head felt like it was about to explode.
Buzz.
Buzz buzz.
Hum, hum...
It was as if countless flies were buzzing in his ears.
This piercing noise quickly put Fang Yu into a state of numbness.
Coupled with the draw of the surrounding images.
