Gray Bear stared at the piece of paper for a few seconds, his face gradually relaxing as a trace of barely noticeable sympathy flashed in his eyes.

So, Li Huafeng was writing a will. This letter was for her four-year-old daughter.

Clearly, she was just a Lost One, endlessly repeating her existence, imprisoned here by Pale Dao.

Yet she was completely unaware, thinking she was still the single mother who could take her daughter to the amusement park on Sundays.