The emergence of life added a touch of color to this world, but it was built upon the suffering of a mother, a pain that touched the depths of the soul, as if representing two souls breaking free from each other.
Atop the human bed, the mother's features were delicate, as if a perfect creation handcrafted by Deities, yet her eyes held not a trace of affection, only indifference.
"I have always lacked a suitable body, and the Future God has greatly aided me this time. I will take this child with me, and what you all choose to do next is none of my concern," Gao Yun's voice emanated from the woman's mouth, her body trembling with pain, beads of sweat dripping from her forehead, yet her voice remained ice-cold and calm.
Upon reflection, Xia Yang realized he had indeed never seen the real Gao Yun, who had always possessed the body of a student council president, with different presidents assuming the role continually.
