Having fully experienced a segment of Zhang Juan's memories from a first-person perspective, Lin Qianxuan felt a heavy sense of oppression in his heart.
What was once a fairly happy life took a sharp turn as the dreamlike illusions shattered, and the parents who once brought hope and beauty turned out to be demons wanting his life.
Hurriedly traversing to the Otherworld, he found some warmth at the bottom layer of society, which was suddenly lost again because of fate's cruel twist.
Forced to transform, forced to take up a weapon with hands that had never killed any life…
"What's the matter? Why the sudden grim face?" Zhang Juan asked.
"I just feel, Sister Juan, you had a really tough time before." Lin Qianxuan softly replied.
"It's all in the past now. Being able to see you again makes me very happy." Zhang Juan answered.
