"Flashes of light and shadow flickered before my eyes:
"A childhood of poverty after both parents died, striving for better;
"Anger and unwillingness when Senior Sister Xinyi threw herself into someone else's arms in high school;
"The uncertainty of having to work instead of attending college due to family decline;
"A precarious beginning yet always plagued by imminent dangers as hardships escalated;
"Fighting alone against overwhelming odds in times of crisis but ultimately unable to escape;
"The old enemy who caught you in a flash, instantaneously metamorphosed!
"Your life has been thin ice! Moss on the steps green, grass merges with Qi's clothes..."
"Enough, stop reciting poems."
Xu Shu, with an expressionless face, shifted his gaze away from the scroll that usually remained silent but started spouting bursts of information at critical moments from the emptiness of [Today's Opened Times: 0/3].
