Mom, Your Child Has Succeeded

In Yun Zhe's dream-like bottom layer, there was no sight of the sky. Gu Lan lay on Yun Zhe's back, looking up. She couldn't tell if it was too dark here or if the sky was just too distant.

The lower world had a foul stench to it.

People were like discarded trash left to rot over time.

Gu Lan never saw herself as a savior, but for some reason, she wanted this cute and pitiable young man to live in a world of freedom and happiness.

Lost in thought, Gu Lan was snapped back to reality. Yun Zhe thought his selfish words had displeased her, so he remained silent. His footsteps quickened, and he brought Gu Lan to an even darker and more foul-smelling corner.

The air here was filled not only with the odor of moldy food, cheap cosmetics, smoke, and alcohol, but also with a pungent smell of machine oil.