The waste pills in the acupoints began to melt, and Gao Ming was completely immersed in those fragments of memories, constantly browsing, constantly feeling. When he saw the last piece of memory, a deeply hidden emotion flowed out from the darkness.
It was neither sadness nor relief; it was a very special kind of solitude.
Time and again, he died and started over, those around him only seeing Gao Ming once, but he brushed past them thousands of times, all efforts leading to the worst endings. In this endless struggle, it seemed as if Gao Ming was alone on this path.
Some memory fragments were stained with anger, some soaked in despair, some retained a trace of love's impulse, each memory fragment focusing on different things, yet they all ultimately carried a deep solitude.
His shoulder was pressed down, Gao Ming turned around abruptly, and the Flesh Ghost God delivered all the loneliness in his memories to the Flesh Furnace.
