Glimpse of Cambrian Evolution Chapter 332

Rong Lan took a deep breath and felt a little dazed. He didn't want to admit it, but at this moment, he was actually moved by what Chu Xingzhou said.

He rejected everyone, but that didn't mean he didn't feel lonely. In fact, when he thought about how he might have to spend the next few decades like this, he felt that nothing could support him. He had neither the motivation to live nor the reason to die. That hopeless feeling was simply exhausting. Last night was the most he had talked in all these years. When he was completely immersed in his past memories, it seemed as if he was still the Rong Lan who was busy with work and career, had flesh and blood, success and failure, family and friends, instead of the Mingzhu who had nothing but powerful abilities. Like most people in the world, he wanted to go back to the past, to that peaceful, stable and civilized era. He knew he couldn't go back, so Chu Xingzhou, who could help him recall that era, was so important.

He suddenly had an urge to try, to try... what Chu Xingzhou said, to eat with him, to chat with him, to reminisce about the past with him, to go to places he wanted to go with him, would that kind of life give him some long-lost happiness? Now that he had almost forgotten what happiness was, he suddenly had some yearning for that kind of emotion again.

Chu Xingzhou saw that Rong Lan's expression had obviously relaxed a little. He was not only ecstatic, but he did not dare to show it on the surface. He still hugged him pitifully and apologized, "Brother, I have missed you so much in the past few years. Every time I saw you, I wanted to talk to you, but you always wanted to drive me out... I am just like you. I feel very lonely. I don't know who to talk to. There is no one I can confide in. Sometimes I suddenly find that I can't remember many things in the past. I am very scared in my heart, afraid that one day I will even forget what I was like before."

These words struck Rong Lan in the heart. He also had such fears from time to time. He was really afraid that if he continued like this, one day he would erase his twenty years of existence from his memory. He couldn't help but mutter to himself: "I also... can't remember a lot of things."