As he passed through the crowd, some familiar scenes caused Nie Yan's heart to jolt violently.
The familiar scenes elicited a trace of uncontrollable sorrow within him.
In his past life, under the same circumstances, in that bizarre world, he saw Tang Yao's cold corpse.
Unable to contain his memories, they returned to his past life, but the memories of this life diluted much of his sorrow.
No matter what, he absolutely couldn't sit and wait for death, allowing everything of the past life to replay.
Nie Yan's heart settled firmly, and he walked straight towards the stairs, ascending them into the appointed private room.
Inside the private room, someone was already waiting. Seeing Nie Yan come in, they immediately stood up.
"Young Master Nie," Wei Kai respectfully called out.
"Hmm," Nie Yan nodded, taking a glance at the doorway.
Wei Kai closed the door and said, "I've given instructions already; no one will disturb us."
