Mana flowed, and Wang Yu's Divine Sense surged into Qin De's soul like a tide.
Qin De was in unbearable pain but gritted his teeth, refusing to let out a scream.
Wang Yu was indifferent to his plight, focusing completely on observing his memories.
A frail child was studying diligently under the dim light of an oil lamp. His mother sat beside him, mending clothes in the faint light, occasionally glancing at him, her eyes full of expectation.
"De'er, study well. In the future, when you are accomplished, you won't have to work as hard as your mother."
Though young Qin De was naive, he nodded vigorously, rubbed his weary eyes, and continued memorizing with his head down.
...
Mrs. Qin relocated for the third time.
She carried a simple bag, holding young Qin De's small hand, as they walked through street after street.
"Mother, why do we have to move?"
"Because this place isn't good. Mother wants to find you a good place to study."
