Old Xu watched the young man talking with the Little Elf, his hand over his heart clenching uncontrollably.
He gasped for breath, eyes wide. The impact of the scene before him was simply too great.
'This is my wish?' Old Xu couldn't help but ask himself. 'How could I have had such a childish wish?'
In that moment, he looked at the young man with a complicated expression, but he was powerless to do anything.
That was who he once was.
However naive, it was still him.
Old Xu watched the golden Little Elf fly before the young man and tap his heart with its hand.
"There! Your wish will slowly come true!"
"The keepsake I leave you with is a heart..."
Once the Little Elf granted the young man's wish, the image of it in the golden stream vanished.
At that point, he had already forgotten his original wish.
The young man also clutched his heart, a look of emptiness on his face, as if he sensed he had lost something.
A vacant expression appeared on his face.
