But Zhou Xuan had to make her face it—the happier her childhood, the more cruel the mental destruction she would suffer at this moment...
...In the dream, during the ancestral feast, halfway through the meal, Du Kaili suddenly found her grandfather's eyes beautiful,
she broke her chopsticks under the table.
The broken end was extremely sharp, she gripped the broken chopstick and slowly approached her grandfather, each step a struggle.
Her waking mind desperately warned her not to go over, but her dreaming consciousness had a strong impulse to possess those beautiful eyes of her grandfather...
"You are a storyteller... but your Incense Fire Level is low... you can't control me, can't control me!"
The briefly lucid Du Kaili, anticipating what was to happen, didn't want it to occur, so she forcefully spurred the incense, pushing it to a higher level, even if it meant burning her Life Force without any hesitation.
