Head Master Fei was stunned by the question. Out of everything Fei Chuan could have asked, this was the last thing he expected.
"I thought you didn't believe in superstitions. What's going on?"
Fei Chuan lowered his gaze as scenes from his dreams flashed through his mind. The emotions, the pain, the ache, the memories—they didn't feel fabricated. They existed. Somewhere... sometime ago.
He looked back into Head Master Fei's eyes. He hadn't expected to return here, not after everything that had happened—not after swearing to himself that he would never step foot in this place again. But right now, none of that mattered. The mystery before him was far more important.