"The third regret."
Beichuan Si's voice, as if the Death God were hastening one's end, made Shan Yuanmu Yuzi clasp her shoulders tightly.
"When you were about five years old, the world completely changed. Shan Yuan Liz, who had always been struggling with her health, fell ill and departed from this world shortly after being hospitalized."
Beichuan Si's gaze became even calmer as he continued, "She was your favorite person, the most beloved person in the world to you, yet she left like this... It left the deepest scar in your heart—it can be said that your mother's death is the most significant reason you became what you are now."
"Every time you entered your mental world, the incessant noise that kept resounding was actually your mother's voice, accumulating layer upon layer... gradually turning into noise."
"This is your third mental image, the image of your mother."
Beichuan Si raised his hand.
