"Xiao Xu, stay and play here, don't go anywhere, I'm going to the supermarket to buy something..."
The midday sun blazed fiercely, the golden sunlight pouring over the park's branches and leaves, illuminating them brightly, casting a dazzling glow.
Wei Zixu had to squint his eyes tight, the scene before him suddenly veiled in a misty illusion, even his mother's figure standing in front of him became indistinct and blurry.
Her voice drifted over, as if shrouded by a thick mist, light and seemingly coming from a distant place, tinged with a sense of illusion.
"Alright, Mom, go ahead, I'll stay here, won't go anywhere." Wei Zixu replied.
Standing behind Wei Zixu, Shen Siyuan tried hard to see his mother's face, but couldn't make it out.
It wasn't a lack of skill on his part, it was because Wei Zixu's memory itself was like that.
After Wei Zixu became the Fan Soul, Shen Siyuan could naturally directly "read" his memories.
