Chen Shouyi could no longer remember the last time he ran so freely under the setting sun... no, under the blazing sun. When was it?
Anyway, it has been... a long, long time ago.
So long that the memories have become fuzzy, and he was unwilling to recall them.
Endless energy poured into his body out of nowhere, and powerful force erupted through his muscles like a volcano.
All around was silent, the scenery on both sides flashed past rapidly.
He charged forward with all his might, through air so dense it was nearly solid.
If time could rewind, Chen Shouyi swore he would never play the hero on a whim; he would be cowardly if he needed to be, retreat if he needed to retreat.
There is no shame in that!
He didn't know what death felt like?
Perhaps it was eternal tranquility.
Endure a moment of pain, and it's over.
How hateful.
He was only nineteen.
Just thinking about it made him unwilling!
