"This Peach Wood Comb looks so familiar..."
Lu Hualiang scrutinized it, the more he looked, the more familiar it seemed.
Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced through his mind, leaving it blank.
Following that, countless chaotic, unfamiliar, yet familiar images flooded in.
Like a slideshow, they flashed through his mind one after another.
Again and again, the persistence across lifetimes and reincarnations.
Crossing a millennium, enduring ten lives, all for her.
The memories of ten lifetimes are so vast it seemed they would overwhelm his mind!
He was in so much pain that cold sweat dripped down his forehead like raindrops.
Yet, they were also so short, all memories converging for one purpose: to find her.
A thousand years, three hundred sixty-five thousand days and nights, nine million one hundred twenty thousand hours, countless minutes and seconds.
In the river of time, so long yet fleeting, just because he was searching for her.
