Little Eight swiftly ran back into the corridor with the soil from the flower bed scooped into a porcelain bowl. She took a flower seed from the Shallow World out of her pocket and gently buried it in the soil.
With her innocent eyes fixed on the porcelain bowl, she squatted motionless on the ground, seemingly curious when the soil exuding dark energy and the stench of decay would bloom into bright flowers.
"Little Eight..."
Youfu stood next to the girl. When he saw the seed being buried in the soil, a flash of pain crossed his eyes, and he suddenly felt very tired.
Glancing at the city enveloped in darkness outside the corridor, Youfu leaned against the wall, recalling some recent memories.
A glimmer of light finally appeared in a life overwhelmed by despair. That figure was like a seed buried in the soil of the Underworld, wanting to bloom amidst the stench of decay and dark energy.
Everyone thought it was impossible, yet he always managed to bring long-lost hope to everyone.