But his questions were destined to remain unanswered, and to make matters worse, he couldn't take a single step back.
To be precise, he could step back, but no matter how fast he retreated, he couldn't distance himself from the mysterious figure. Although the other's steps were slow, they were closely pursuing him. The pressure was almost making Nalan Shuo forget to breathe, and his hands couldn't stop trembling.
This feeling was very strange. Nalan Shuo realized that his trembling wasn't due to fear; it was more like a form of self-torture.
It felt as if some force was forcibly awakening a memory within him, a memory too painful to recall.
Countless fragments of memory surfaced in his mind, but none were clear, more like garbled codes, leaving him utterly clueless.
But there was a feeling that couldn't deceive him. He had experienced all of this firsthand. Each frame of those memory fragments was deeply etched in his heart.
