C385 Forged from the blood of the heart

In the deepest part of his memory, the past came whistling over like the wind.

Innumerable ribbons fluttered like moonlight, and I saw things as they had been before, passing before my eyes, passing quickly.

I didn't have time to carefully distinguish and didn't need to try to understand. The happy, sorrowful, and calm memories of the past, in the blink of an eye