Long Yuyao was rendered speechless, for in this lifetime he was his mother's son, and as for the rest, they indeed didn't matter at all.
Gently grasping her precious son's hand, Yang Mengchen spoke with great earnestness, "Tianyou, your mother has expended so much effort and heartfelt guidance, hoping you'd be able to let go of your preoccupations, open your heart, and start afresh by putting aside the matters of your past life. Remember: The affairs of your past life should be considered nothing more than a fleeting dream. What you have now is what's real. From now on, you should not indulge in wild and unfounded speculations. Understand?"
Looking straight into his mother's eyes, Long Yuyao fell into silent contemplation for a long moment, his brows tightly knit slowly relaxing, "Mother, your son understands. From now on, I will no longer dwell on the matters of my past life."