Yánluó Wáng (𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡)
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“I’m busy, see you soon.”
November 3, 2025 at 6:48 AM
“I’m busy, see you soon.”
“That figurine… it’s the missing piece of your memory, Michael. Maybe you don’t remember now, but your heart might. When you find it and look at it… you’ll understand.”
That was all he could bring himself to say to his brother-in-law.
That was all he could bring himself to say to his brother-in-law.
November 3, 2025 at 5:25 AM
“That figurine… it’s the missing piece of your memory, Michael. Maybe you don’t remember now, but your heart might. When you find it and look at it… you’ll understand.”
That was all he could bring himself to say to his brother-in-law.
That was all he could bring himself to say to his brother-in-law.
“I don’t think that’ll help, A-Tao…”
He fell silent for a moment, then suddenly remembered something.
“My brother once carved a small wooden figurine of your uncle and gave it to him. If Michael still has it… it might bring a spark of him back.”
He fell silent for a moment, then suddenly remembered something.
“My brother once carved a small wooden figurine of your uncle and gave it to him. If Michael still has it… it might bring a spark of him back.”
November 2, 2025 at 6:24 PM
“I don’t think that’ll help, A-Tao…”
He fell silent for a moment, then suddenly remembered something.
“My brother once carved a small wooden figurine of your uncle and gave it to him. If Michael still has it… it might bring a spark of him back.”
He fell silent for a moment, then suddenly remembered something.
“My brother once carved a small wooden figurine of your uncle and gave it to him. If Michael still has it… it might bring a spark of him back.”
“Just tell Michael that he hurt you.”
November 1, 2025 at 5:57 PM
“Just tell Michael that he hurt you.”