This time, Su Wangchuan saw very clearly the boundless darkness deep within He Qing's eyes.
The darkness was endless, as if there was no endpoint. Su Wangchuan was engulfed in it, unable to see anything at all. Only occasionally, a golden shimmer would flash by. It came and went so fleetingly that it was impossible to avoid.
At first, he thought it was the sharp sword glow from before, and his mind slightly shrank, instinctively trying to dodge. However, he quickly realized that within that golden shimmer were memories from his childhood.
Memories from his adolescent years, his childhood, and even when he was a one or two-year-old toddler learning to walk.
Some he still remembered, others he did not recall at all. But in all those scenes, he was always the main character. The child version of him.
The only thing he had no recollection of whatsoever was the fiery red figure by his side.
While he was in a dazed state, the others nearby saw his eyes more clearly.
