Everyone has their past, and everyone has their secrets. If a person is lucky enough, they will meet someone willing to share everything with them.
Be it sorrow or joy, even if it's just trivial matters, it's enough for two people to talk for a long time, laughing foolishly for a while.
Han Fei, having completely lost his memory, saw the past that the person tried hard to hide. They no longer had secrets between them, no more concealments, like two blank sheets merged together, perfectly painting all the beauties of a dream.
"Is she Xu Qin? I seem to have seen the side of her she least wanted others to see."
All the ghosts in the Ancestral House disappeared, but the Dark Fiend Energy intensified several times, making this place unbearable for the living it was clearly a "Ghost's" home.
The scene in his mind, terrifying to anyone who saw it, lingered in Han Fei's memory for a long time as he walked forward holding the Blood-colored Paperman.
