“...” Yun Che didn’t reply. He couldn’t.

“You still have one chance. I can wipe away all these painful memories for you,” she continued slowly. “You can choose to forget it all, or to retain just your hatred and indifference toward her.”

“That is what Xia Qingyue wants as well.”

“...” The only answer she got was the tormented twitching of his body, and the sound of his endless tears dripping against his clothes and the ground.

It hurts…

My heart… my soul… my beliefs… it feels like something is cutting them all into tiny pieces…

The pain will not end…

High above the sky, four women were watching him silently with sorrowful, heavy or complicated expressions on their faces. [1]

He was curled up like a prawn, and every part of his body was convulsing in pain. But for whatever reason, he couldn’t even squeeze out a howl to relieve even a little of the pain.

They never imagined that they would see him like this after he became the great emperor of the universe.

Yun Che had been sitting here for over two weeks already, but there wasn’t a single moment where he wasn’t twitching in pain.

They didn’t know what Yun Che was going through. They could only watch him in silence and accompany...