A series of anxious voices penetrated Gu Changsheng's ears.
Gu Changsheng's phoenix eyes, teary and hollow, slowly lowered and closed beneath the frantic cries of the crowd...
His hand, slowly moving away from the coffin, tightly embraced his sobbing son in his arms. When Gu Changsheng opened his eyes again, there was no trace of tears in his phoenix eyes...
Sitting before the coffin, Gu Changsheng held his son, glanced around, and then a resolute determination flashed in his eyes, and he spoke in a deep voice, "The day Zhou Mu awakens will be the day we head north!"
As he spoke, Gu Changsheng reached out a hand again, gently placing it upon the coffin, with a hint of tears in his eyes, but his lips slowly curled into a smile, continuing, "I want to catch my parents, find that sliver of vitality in this bizarre world! As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will never give up!"
Saying this, Gu Changsheng stood up slowly, holding the little meat bun.
