However, Ye Qingfeng had no interest in feeling the gaze of the crowd.
He ascended the steps slowly.
Yet, each step was steady.
"This reminds me of walking up the Ye Family's steps with my parents back then."
Ye Qingfeng looked up at the sky, blue as if it were washed clean.
His thoughts were inevitably pulled back to his childhood.
The memories of walking up the Ye Family's steps with his parents.
Those were happy days.
But they didn't last long.
Recalling these warm moments.
Ye Qingfeng's lips involuntarily curled into a gentle smile.
This kind of pure happiness.
He hadn't felt it for a long, long time.
"My regret is not returning to the moment before my mother's death."
Ye Qingfeng sighed.
If he could return to that moment.
Ye Qingfeng would exhaust every effort to protect his mother.
Shaking his head, he cast aside those sorrowful emotions.
What filled Ye Qingfeng's eyes was infinite fighting spirit.
