"Boom!"
Just after the second bite, the warm current blossoming in Xia Yu's throat was too much for her to handle.
At this moment, the steamed egg in her mouth had no taste at all.
She was completely immersed in its warmth.
Whoosh—
A gate in her mind burst open, and a stream of images rushed into her head.
It was still the 'Zen Residence,' but the timeline had regressed by a decade or two. Back then, the furnishings and layout of the room were exactly the same as now, without any change.
Thump, thump, thump.
Footsteps echoed from the second floor, accompanied by a bell-like laugh: "Mommy—"
It must have been midsummer, as the Yuchuan-style house nestled in Shinjuku Imperial Garden was enveloped by the chirping of cicadas. Xia Yu walked to the courtyard's corridor, chasing the laughter as she looked up.
