The scene shifted rapidly, taking Chen Hao back to over twenty days ago, when he had just woken up from a coma that lasted forty-nine days.
The first thing he saw upon waking was Ye Yuqiao, with a pair of flaming wings wide open, and then he passed out again.
"Ah!" After a cry of alarm, Chen Hao opened his eyes, his face deathly pale, with large drops of cold sweat gathering at the tip of his nose and along his cheeks.
That image, which he had actually recalled several times later, he had always considered a dream.
He had never imagined that it wasn't a dream at all, but reality.
"Everyone has many sides. The one you see might not be the one you know, and the one you know might not necessarily be the original one."
"Why have you lost weight?"
"Did you miss me?"
"There was something I didn't get to finish saying that day in the Dust Realm. I think, that woman who transformed into a firebird looks very much like, very much like, very much like Yuqiao!"