"..."
After observing them for a long time, Yan Huan finally let out a silent laugh,
"Come to think of it, it really is strange. In fact, I shouldn't have any feelings for you...
"That's understandable, after all, I am a transmigrator, and I haven't seen you at all since I can remember. Suddenly feeling attached would be strange, right?"
The couple in front of him still maintained their previous expressions without moving a muscle, while Yan Huan took a deep breath and looked at Wang Yulu, saying softly,
"But...
"Maybe it's because mothers all over the world have something in common. So, staying by your side, I can always recall a lot of things that I almost forgot...
"It's about my real mother."
And, just as Yan Huan said this, in his palm, on the endless darkness at the top, the large thumb of the massive hand slightly curved, and the words above began to burn bit by bit,
[The Ritual of Big Thumb:]
[Retrieve what is cherished]
