He didn’t know why he called this person that way, but upon hearing the na, he subconsciously called out in that manner.
He thought, surely he used to call him like that in the past.
And he must have called him many, many tis, so much that now whenever he heard this na, he would naturally call it.
No one responded to him, not even an echo.
"Brother Mu Han..."
He gathered his courage and called out again.
But he was still swallowed by the darkness.
It seed it was indeed because he was unconscious.
"Brother Mu Han."
"Brother Mu Han."
He raised his voice, continuously calling him, hoping to awaken him.
Yet with each call, the strange sense of familiarity grew stronger.
This prompted his emotions to beco increasingly agitated.
"Brother Mu Han."
"Brother Mu Han."
His calls grew louder, finally turning into an almost uncontrolled, hysterical roar, his heart surging with unbearable sadness.
Tears gradually stread down his face.
"Brother Mu Han..."
The young man fell to his knees, his emotions exploding inexplicably.
"Brother Mu Han..."
He didn’t know why he felt so sad.
Perhaps because of the young man’s cries, the always unconscious drunkard finally showed so reaction.
The motionless man on the hospital bed suddenly furrowed his brows slightly, as if he was enduring so pain.
The brow furrow was very small, but it was indeed a reaction.
And his tiny reaction went unnoticed...
"Brother Mu Han."
Following the young man’s cries, a beam of white light suddenly lit up in the distance, stark and evident in the boundless darkness.
The white light was small, only enough to illuminate the little area around itself, appearing so weak amidst the vast darkness, as if it could be swallowed by it anyti.
Yet it wasn’t.
With the appearance of this beam of white light, countless sparks of white light lit up like bulbs.
The dark void was consud, those small beams of white light converged, in an instant, the surroundings brightened with millions of glowing lights.
The young man froze, lifting his tear-stained face.
The sudden brightness was sowhat blinding to his eyes.
As the young man was dazed by the occurrence, a nearby beam of white light flickered once.
Imdiately followed by a strange reflection.
In the reflection, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old youth was carrying a little red fox down the mountain, with a basket of herbs on his back.
"Don’t be scared; I won’t hurt you. Although I love eating at, I don’t eat fox at." The young lad’s naive voice rang clear.
Kneeling, the young man stared blankly at the image in the reflection.
The lad, youthful and not yet mature, had a graceful deanor, and an air of spiritual energy that felt familiar in every expression.
It was indeed Mu Han.
And this scene, it felt so familiar.
"Don’t kick your legs, it’s hard to stop the bleeding, and you’ll cause it to bleed again. I know it hurts, but kicking around will only make it worse." With Little Mu Han’s voice sounding once more.
The young man turned his gaze to the red fox in his arms.
That fox... is none other than himself...
Though he lost his mories, even forgetting his na, he naturally recognized his form.
This was Mu Han’s inner world, thus naturally Mu Han’s mories...
A wave of realization hit the young man’s heart.
They indeed knew each other.
"Don’t be afraid, it’s okay, my master is amazing and will surely heal you. If you’re in pain, just cry out, I’ve never heard a fox cry before."
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