"Why?"
Bailuo stood in front of his uncle, the storm was over and the sun was shining, but there was no trace of joy in him: "Why?"
In the end, his uncle had deceived him.
His clenched hands trembled slightly; Bailuo really wanted to wake the old man up and question him as to why he made such arrangements.
"I was never really a king."
"There's no nation, no miracles. Going back to the mountains," Bailuo's eyes filled with tears, "what's wrong with being a village chief?"
The uncle felt that his failure to hand over sufficient family property to him was a debt, but Bailuo didn't think he owed him anything.
Being able to come to this world, encountering his senior sister and uncle, and the elders of Yatun Village, Bailuo was very happy. His brief decade-plus experience was a hundred times, a thousand times more exciting than his last lifetime!
"Come on, wake up, old man."
"Let's go back."
Bailuo could no longer control his tears, "I don't want to be king anymore."
