The downpour only intensified, the rain falling more violently with every passing second.

The screech of tires echoed as Huo Yan flung the car door open, ignoring the torrential rain, and sprinted toward Qin Yao and the others. The cold raindrops stung as they pelted his body, blurring his vision with a misty haze.

Suddenly, Huo Yan came to a halt, as a wave of unfamiliar yet oddly familiar memories surged forward, crashing over him like a tidal wave.

Huo Ze, who had been right behind him, noticed his brother's sudden stop and instinctively called out, “Second Brother, you... wait... …