"No wonder I didn't receive an invitation this time, my name and soul have been stolen by Kuangxiao..."
Excruciating pain spread throughout his body, especially his face, as if Han Fei's features were being scorched by fierce flames. He lay in the darkness, clenching his teeth.
Kuangxiao had taken away part of his memory; the true nature of the trade was unknown to Han Fei.
He struggled to stand but his body felt like it wasn't his own. After crawling a few meters in a certain direction, he collapsed.
The hysterical laughter slowly faded away, and Han Fei felt abandoned by the world, surrounded by nothing but endless darkness.
Kuangxiao had taken Han Fei's face and wanted to replace him, to live his life in this world. People would see a new Han Fei emerge, never imagining that the real one had been left behind in this black room.
