"Why does that purple light want to stop me..."
"Why do I want to chase that red-clothed woman..."
Ning Fan's eyes were vacant, pondering this question, yet destined to find no answer, lost in thought for a long time.
The wind of destiny has calmed, and the crucial turning point of reincarnation seems to have passed with the departure of the red-clothed woman.
Dusk leaned westward, tired birds returned to the forest, the fiery clouds on the horizon faded, and finally, dusk was replaced by night.
Ning Fan gazed at the night sky for a long, long time. Though he had been in this world for thirty-eight years, he still didn't know who he was, or where he should go.
"Why can't I remember anything? I don't want to stay here anymore..." Ning Fan murmured to himself.
The feeling of not knowing who he was, was too painful, too torturous, making Ning Fan detest everything about this place.
He wanted to leave.
