Huo Siyu had a dream, a dream that had troubled him for a long time in the past.
He couldn't remember what happened, there was only chaos.
He stood alone, amidst the pitch-black night, with endless danger close at hand.
That was him, still very young.
"Mom, I am going to leave you."
The woman's voice was filled with sadness, her expression resolute.
He couldn't see the woman's face clearly, or perhaps he didn't want to see it clearly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
The woman kept saying sorry, crying her heart out in front of him.
He just stood there expressionlessly, as if he didn't even feel sad.
It had been too long, so long that he no longer cared.
He was no longer weak and no longer needed his mother's embrace. If she wanted to leave, let her leave, she didn't want him anymore.
And he wouldn't want her anymore either.
The crying woman gradually faded away, the scene shifted, and the woman beside him turned into Shen Li.
