"Dad...." Xiao Long stared at the glowing, semi-transparent spectral figure that gradually coalesced out of the fading green light right beside him, and immediately, hot tears started falling uncontrollably from his eyes, tracing clean lines through the layer of grime and ash on his face.
Although the current soul occupying this body was a transmigrator who had never actually met these people personally in this life, the fusion of his consciousness with the original body was so absolute that he knew deeply, from the vivid remnants of the original Xiao Long's memories, just how unconditionally and limitlessly his parents had loved him.
They had given him everything, spoiled him, never once letting him suffer injustice.
And when they tragically "died" years ago in a sudden political purge within their home province, the original Xiao Long had completely fallen into decadence, his spirit completely shattered.
