SiChen knelt there bittered in tears. The thought of what Reaper Mo had said kept ringing in his head. And it kept giving him the idea that there was nothing he can do.
And just as he knelt there feeling empty and outrightly useless, His atmosphere had automatically changed. He saw himself now kneeling in an illusional space that was plain white.
And looking up ahead, He saw A man standing before him.
This man was in a black overcoat matching his black pants and Hat which was firmly on his head. He had a plain expression while he stood there, with both hands behind him and staring at SiChen.
SiChen looked at him without much strong feeling of shock whatsoever. He simply sighed as the words casually rolled down his mouth " Dad....."
He sounded exhausted. Like one who hasn't eaten or rested for ages. Like one who would fall apart at any second now.
