Many years had passed, yet Shi Yuhuan would often recall what happened on his tenth birthday, often having the same nightmare related to it.
The young him, standing in the center of Dark Hell, watched as his father and mother fell one by one in front of him.
Then, the voices of his father and mother echoed in his ears, desperately yelling, "Yuhuan, run, run!"
Sitting by the bed, he looked down at Song Qinghuan, whose face was as pale as a sheet, without any hint of blood, his eyes deep and withdrawn.
He was deeply worried that one day, Shi Yuhuan would, like his parents, stand in one direction facing him, who was in the center of hell, and shout desperately: "Shi Yuhuan, run, run..."
Whenever he thought of it, he would feel a profound heartache, as if a piece of his complete heart was brutally carved out.
