Beiting Huang slowly awakened, her mind was not in chaos; on the contrary, those memories seemed to have always belonged to her, taking root in her mind, a part of her soul.
"Deep sleep had said that as long as I advanced to the Soul Realm, I would remember a lot. It turns out to be true!"
Two tears slowly slid down the corners of Beiting Huang's eyes. At that moment, once more the anxious voice of Yan Ye came from her sea of consciousness. Beiting Huang took a deep breath, suppressing the sourness in her heart, her voice softened a great deal, "Yan Ye, I'm fine, don't worry, I'm really good!"
"Huang'er!" Yan Ye, who had been struggling, let out a huge sigh of relief upon hearing Beiting Huang's voice. He sat down weakly, his voice filled with pleading, "Huang'er, promise me, don't do such risky things anymore."
Beiting Huang did not speak, the entirety of the Divine Prison was very quiet, without any sound, yet it felt more oppressive.
