C153 Solitary Tear

"It's him, it's him, that's him," Yu Xuanji muttered.

"It's him, it's him, it's him …" "Youngster hero little Nezha …" I was reminded of my memories by Yu Xuanji's lines, and was currently silently singing a childhood classic song. After singing a few lines, I suddenly thought of the person that Yu Xuanji had been looking for. I was so shocked that I did not care about singing anymore