Zhang Yuan’s dream was truly bizarre. When he finally regained consciousness, his mind felt heavy and fogged, as if he were trapped in a dark, suffocating abyss.
He couldn't make sense of what his mother had said. She had just left—could those have been her final words? But why would she say such a thing? What did she mean by "for the sake of his father"? What had he done for his father? Why couldn't he remember?
Zhang Yuan was lost in thought, perhaps because his brain felt increasingly heavy. For some reason, his nose began to itch. He raised his hand to touch it, only to find his fingers covered in warm, wet liquid. He looked at his hand, dazed, and saw it was stained with blood. A moment later, he let out a low groan and collapsed onto the ground.
Chapter 103