It was dark all around.

Murong Hao is standing in the same place. I don't know where he is now.

the last memory stays in Yan Ruolin's arms. Are you dead? Is this hell?

"Dad..."

"Dad..."

the call of jue'er and ye'er.

Murong Hao wanted to answer, but found that he couldn't speak at all. It was like something was blocking his throat and devouring his voice.

"Dad..."

"Dad..."

the voice is still continuous. Murong Hao wants to find the source of the voice, but he can't even step out.

here, what is it?

"Ho, wake up, Ho!"

lian'er, it's lian'er's voice!

"Ho, open your eyes and look at me,...