But in that year, his parents had an accident.
The picture displayed in black, white, and gray, with no other colors. His parents were in a car accident, their smiles forever frozen in photos.
Undoubtedly, this was a heavy blow to Lu Mingxuan. Lu Mingxuan silently watched the portraits of his parents, tears continuously falling.
"No way... how do you play this?"
Wen Xishu couldn't help it. On one hand, the game could hardly change anything; on the other, Lu Mingxuan's experience was indeed unfortunate.
Strangely enough, there was a response on the screen. As if it had heard Wen Xishu's question.
{People always feel that characters in the game lack freedom, while reality is free. But the cruelty of fate often lies in the reality that people can't make choices or change anything. It is only in games that, although not free, you can choose many illogical endings.}
