"What do you want to do now?" Xu Yang changed the subject.
"To send you away... to send you somewhere else..." Farosa still had her eyes closed.
"Where to?"
"Into my memory." Farosa's body shifted in Xu Yang's embrace, like a large, burning piece of charcoals about to scorch him. He was sweating profusely, feeling the surroundings still not being cold enough.
"What do you want me to do?" Xu Yang followed up on Farosa's words.
"To correct some mistakes... You must go into my memory... Let me feel the beauty of my childhood. Those pains and setbacks will prevent me from progressing in my cultivation, you must alter and transform them... lessen the pain when I recall them," Farosa's tone was distant and hollow.
Indeed, other than Xu Yang who knew her past, no one else was aware of Farosa's childhood experiences. It was extremely bleak. She had a suffering mother and a brutal father.