Dream of the Past

There is no place more prosperous than this.

But... how? Have you ever considered that maybe people should just get to live? What if we weren't supposed to sell our souls only for a shot at life?!

Huainan saw a clear reflection of himself. He paused for a moment, then pulled his collar down to reveal a terrible scar on his neck.

The cheering noise of the crowd could be heard from far away. Lanterns slowly rose into the sky from the deck. The Nighter looked like an grand, unreal show from the window.

Numerous dark silhouettes with crimson eyes walked out of the fire. What were they? Changyu stared at the burning flame, trying to find out what happened...

Huainan stood right in front. His hair was messy, and his dark eyes had no emotion in them. Changyu had never seen that look. He felt like there was ice in Huainan's eyes, and he would be devoured in the next second.

"I had no evidence... But somehow I just had this feeling that he was still somewhere in the world. People like him would do anything to achieve their goals."