When Gao Ming finished reading the last line, he suddenly understood the way Gao Yun looked at him, brimming with complexity, tinged with pity and sympathy.
All tributaries of fate converge into the deep world of Hanhai, at least Gao Yun's childhood memories in Hanhai are real, at least he won't be as muddled as Gao Ming.
Having achieved everything, Gao Ming could no longer find the way back, he couldn't remember which past belonged to him, not even his own name.
"If I can't find it, then so be it. All tributaries of fate converge upon me, then their parents are my parents too."
Perhaps that's what he thought from the beginning, so when Gao Ming read those last words and instructions left at "home," his emotions fluctuated violently.
Carefully putting away the worn-out notebook, Gao Ming was about to place it in the Punishment Room when he suddenly noticed a certain line missing, as if it had never appeared.
