บท 134: The Flow of Time

Xu Feng felt the weight of the past moments pressing on his chest, like the dreams and aspirations of a boy named Xu Zeng were seeking refuge within him. The stories of Dragons and Phoenixes danced in his mind, their majestic figures rising from the din of chaos and rebirthing from the ashes of destiny. 

These tales were more than mere folklore; they were a lifeline for Xu Zeng, a beacon illuminating the path beyond the confines of Sun Village. 

In the silence of those stories, Xu Zeng found a connection to a world beyond his own struggles. His dad's words became a sanctuary in the harsh reality of rejection and exploitation.

But dreams, like fragile glass sculptures, could shatter with a single misstep. The memory of Xu Zeng's premature death tugged at Xu Feng's heart, a potential unfulfilled.

"Sigh..."