Yang Fei felt that the scattered fragments of his memory were once again stirring.
Although the Yinxue Tower had just been built before him, it gave him an incomparable sense of familiarity and belonging.
It seemed that this was truly his home.
Seeing Yang Fei's pale face, Su Yinxue was suddenly alarmed.
"How are you? Are your injuries acting up again?"
Yang Fei held his forehead, feeling various familiar scenes flooding his brain, chaotic and disruptive.
His temples were throbbing, his head began to ache again, and dark spots clouded his vision.
Yang Fei groaned softly, holding his head with both hands, and squatted down slowly.
"I don't know why, but I suddenly seem to remember something, yet I can't quite pinpoint it. Yinxue, I feel terribly uncomfortable..."
The scenes before him gave Yang Fei a spontaneous sense of familiarity and belonging.
However, along with this sense of familiarity came a sudden surge of sorrow and despair in his heart.
