Wang Xuan transformed himself, donned the attire of a noble scion, and walked into a bustling restaurant, alive with a mix of all walks of life.
"Waiter."
As soon as he entered, a busy waiter was called over. The waiter was familiar with young masters from wealthy families and merchants' sons, but he had never seen Wang Xuan before.
"Young master, may I ask your esteemed name and what instruction do you have for me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wang Xuan's exceptionally deep eyes, as if they were drawing his soul in, and his past memories flowed back like rivers pouring into the sea.
Scenes of the past flashed like a reflection before death, and even many forgotten trivialities were recalled. Within a few breaths, over twenty years of life spun by.
But in the next moment, he felt his mind blur, forgetting many things, especially the experience just now.
Time seemed to return to just a moment before.
