The people engaged in heated discussion, some expressing their lament.
Some felt ashamed.
"Every time I see Lord Meng, I always feel like I haven't done my job well enough, and that I have a long way to go."
This sentiment resonated strongly.
The crowd chattered back and forth for a while before dispersing.
Fang Che had already followed Huang Yifan to a private office.
It wasn't until he got there that the tumult in Fang Che's heart began to subside.
But, from time to time, a few names would flash through his mind, Meng Hejun? Meng Chuxing? Fang Zhi all beings suffer?
And that bell on Meng Hejun's wrist, the sound of it, everything was so familiar.
He couldn't help but wonder about his past life, could it be someone he knew? A wife? A sister? Or...
How come I have no recollection of this Meng Hejun?
Yet, those three words, Meng Chuxing, felt incredibly familiar and dear...
And Yao Guang.
