Bai Muchuan's gaze suddenly became cold.
He was similar to a statue as he stood frozen at his spot.
Scene after scene replayed in his mind, barging into his head all of a sudden.
His mom, who had packed their luggage, was standing beside the bed with a melancholic expression. She was stroking his head as she spoke to him.
Her dossier being sealed in the archives, cold and seemingly stained with fresh blood…
That scene seemed to be his memory, yet it also felt like a dream that he had in his childhood, in the middle of the night.
Immediately after, Xiang Wan's fair face came into the scene; she had a beautiful smile when she called him "Bai Muchuan" sweetly…
The scenes kept alternating between each other and he started to feel a splitting headache.
"Chuanchuan?"
As Grandma Bai didn't hear a response from him, she started to get nervous and worried.
"Hello, my dear grandson? Say something please, don't scare Grandma?
