Shu Xiaoya tried to hold her breath, but in this small space, even if she held her breath, it didn't seem to be of much use. The weird fragrance slowly floated into Shu Xiaoya's nose.
After inhaling the fragrance, Shu Xiaoya felt dizzy and soon lost consciousness.
So quiet.
Everything around him was deathly silent.
This is a vast world. In this vast white world, there is no way forward and no way out. It is as if she is the only one in the whole world.
"Shu Xiaoya."
That voice seemed to have condensed into substance. Little by little, it penetrated into Shu Xiaoya's ears.
So noisy.
Shu Xiaoya frowned, unwilling to accept the intrusion of the voice. However, the voice seemed to be bewitching, making it impossible for Shu Xiaoya to escape.
"Shu Xiaoya."
It was that confusing voice again that annoyed Shu Xiaoya so much that her brows furrowed even more tightly. But that voice seemed to be reverberating deep in Shu Xiaoya's soul.
"My dear child, throw yourself into the arms of my demon god. This world is full of sufferings, and I, the demon god, are your only refuge."
That ethereal voice is sometimes far away and sometimes near.
Shu Xiaoya shook her head, "No...that's not the case..."
The voice came again, "Child, have you forgotten why you came to this world? A good person was bombed to death like that. Don't you hate it?"
Hate?
Shu Xiaoya just felt like she had a severe headache. She was a young and popular New Era girl, but she was killed by a bomb while doing an experiment. Then she was transported into this weird world, how could she not hate it?
It's just...it seemed like it was just the beginning. Now, does she still hate it now?
Shu Xiaoya shook her head. Sure enough, she didn't hate it anymore.
The voice still didn't give up, "Don't you hate that your father suffered from illness at such a young age and passed away early?"
The death of her father has always been a scar in Shu Xiaoya's heart. Shu Xiaoya is a heartless person. But after her father passed away, as a science student, in order to cover up her pain, Shu Xiaoya
Xiaoya put all her experiences into experimental research.
Hate?
Shu Xiaoya can no longer remember her father's voice and smile, but the memory of her father hugging Shu Xiaoya is still lingering in Shu Xiaoya's memory.
It's just that... my father once said that life and death are determined by fate, and everyone has his or her own destiny. During my father's lifetime, their family was still very happy.
There is no need to resent destiny.
"Your mother was alone. Now that you have left that world, don't you hate that your mother is growing old alone and alone?"
After his father passed away, his mother carried everything on her own. With her thin shoulders, she shouldered the burden of the entire family and raised Shu Xiaoya little by little. She lost her husband when she was young and lost her son when she was old.
Shu Xiaoya's gentle mother has to bear the responsibility alone.
Do you hate it? The corners of your lips raised slightly.
How can I not hate it? But, all of this is fate. When I was still in modern times, my care for my mother was not too deep. Now, Shu Xiaoya has more responsibility for her mother alone.
, just angry at myself and regretful about the past.
It is always unwise to blame others. It is just shirking responsibility. Shu Xiaoya tried to hold her breath, but in this small space, even if she held her breath, it seemed to be of little use. The weird fragrance still slowly floated
It entered between Shu Xiaoya's breath.
After inhaling the fragrance, Shu Xiaoya felt dizzy and soon lost consciousness.
So quiet.
Everything around him was deathly silent.
This is a vast world. In this vast white world, there is no way forward and no way out. It is as if she is the only one in the whole world.
"Shu Xiaoya."
That voice seemed to have condensed into substance. Little by little, it penetrated into Shu Xiaoya's ears.
So noisy.
Shu Xiaoya frowned, unwilling to accept the intrusion of the voice. However, the voice seemed to be bewitching, making it impossible for Shu Xiaoya to escape.
"Shu Xiaoya."
It was that confusing voice again that annoyed Shu Xiaoya so much that her brows furrowed even more tightly. But that voice seemed to be reverberating deep in Shu Xiaoya's soul.
"My dear child, throw yourself into the arms of my demon god. This world is full of sufferings, and I, the demon god, are your only refuge."
That ethereal voice is sometimes far away and sometimes near.
Shu Xiaoya shook her head, "No...that's not the case..."
The voice came again, "Child, have you forgotten why you came to this world? A good person was bombed to death like that. Don't you hate it?"
Hate?
Shu Xiaoya just felt like she had a severe headache. She was a young and popular New Era girl, but she was killed by a bomb while doing an experiment. Then she was transported into this weird world, how could she not hate it?
It's just...it seemed like it was just the beginning. Now, does she still hate it now?
Shu Xiaoya shook her head. Sure enough, she didn't hate it anymore.
The voice still didn't give up, "Don't you hate that your father suffered from illness at such a young age and passed away early?"
The death of her father has always been a scar in Shu Xiaoya's heart. Shu Xiaoya is a heartless person. But after her father passed away, as a science student, in order to cover up her pain, Shu Xiaoya
Xiaoya put all her experiences into experimental research.
Hate?
Shu Xiaoya can no longer remember her father's voice and smile, but the memory of her father hugging Shu Xiaoya is still lingering in Shu Xiaoya's memory.
It's just that... my father once said that life and death are determined by fate, and everyone has his or her own destiny. During my father's lifetime, their family was still very happy.
There is no need to resent destiny.
"Your mother was alone. Now that you have left that world, don't you hate that your mother is growing old alone and alone?"
After his father passed away, his mother carried everything on her own. With her thin shoulders, she shouldered the burden of the entire family and raised Shu Xiaoya little by little. She lost her husband when she was young and lost her son when she was old.
Shu Xiaoya's gentle mother has to bear the responsibility alone.
Do you hate it? The corners of your lips raised slightly.
How can I not hate it? But, all of this is fate. When I was still in modern times, my care for my mother was not too deep. Now, Shu Xiaoya has more responsibility for her mother alone.
, just angry at myself and regretful about the past.
It is never wise to blame others. It is just a shirking of responsibility.