"Father, this..."
"Enough, I made this trade with the emperor of Great Chu. Even if the world knows, what can they do to me!"
The old man's voice was firm and resolute.
Another voice fell silent, no longer speaking.
In the dark prison cell, aside from the sound of blood gushing, there were no other sounds.
......
All these scenes, buried deep in memory, were being awakened once again, swirling in Cheng Guang's dreams.
Eventually.
These fragments of memories merged together, gradually forming the figure of a young man with the appearance of a coachman.
He seemed carefree yet full of sorrow.
As if seeing such scenes for the first time.
Tears streamed down his face, turning him into a figure of tears.
"I was already dead, and shouldn't cling to this body."
"Now that my elder brother has awakened my memories, I will no longer hide."
"I leave it to my brother to live a good life on my behalf."
"My mother's hope was simply for me to be safe and sound."
