The text on the door distracted Han Fei, and the first thing he did without recovering his memory was to find his wife, marking the beginning of everything.
"My wife entered the maze? Is this a clue she left for me?"
"Han Fei, those tourists outside are catching up; don't linger here," Li Guo'er, holding an invitation, stood in front of the child's bedroom door. "We should take this path."
The empty living room felt desolate. Wrapped in negative emotions, Fu Sheng could have chosen to communicate with his parents. Although his father was a bastard, both his mother and stepmother were kind. Regrettably, he did not choose his parents' bedroom but instead locked himself alone in a room.
"My wife left a message on the door; she must have gone this way," Han Fei hesitated briefly but decided to follow the invitation. He intended to venture into the deepest despair to retrieve the 'Black Box': "My wife entered the maze many days ago; she might have already discovered something."
