"Turned into pale ashes, blown away by the wind into the sky, leaving nothing behind."
"Perhaps Aunt initially had the idea to tell me about hate, but she eventually gave it up, no matter what chaos this world is in, in her eyes, I am forever the child in her arms, listening to her hum the lullabies that mothers sing to their children, Li Nu'er."
The Historian gave a bitter smile for a long time and said,
"Can such words, such appellations, be passed down to future generations?"
At that time, the man asked, "What do you think?"
After contemplating, the Historian replied, "Naive and immature."
"That doesn't seem like the mental state of an overlord."
Then the man replied with a smile, "Since it's a rare innocent expression, would you mind writing it down for me, to be passed on, so that the heroes and kings of future generations may laugh at me."
And now.
Li Guanyi's craving for strength grew stronger.
"Strength..."