The next few months were studying at Guanghui Academy, which undoubtedly were the fastest growing months in his life. But even in the large library of the Ana family, he had never seen books recording similar mathematical theories.

Then why? He could write those complex mathematical formulas and theories for granted, and he had never read any books that recorded those knowledge in his memory.

This phenomenon is not the first time recently. Just like when I saw the two maids around Lis, I couldn't help but feel nostalgic in my heart. It seemed that some things he had forgotten were slowly awakening in his body.

It was like the feeling of tender buds growing again from the ruins burning to ashes. The forgotten things and the lost things are revived little by little from the deepest part of the heart.

Warm but with a hint of ancient and lonely atmosphere, he became a little different from himself. He knew who he was, but he always felt like he looked at himself from the perspective of a third person.

Everything I experienced turned in my mind like a roulette. Pictures after picture became clear images and reproduced.

In his childhood in Mira Village, studying in Taji City, meeting with everyone in the Apostles' Group, looking for the power to resurrect Yuliya in the Glory Academy, there are several gray and unknown places in it. That is the memory he lost and the forgotten past.

Especially in the summer of that year, the summer when he lost Yuliya. Almost the entire one was occupied by gray, and most of them could no longer be seen clearly.

He was wrong. He did not really recall everything about that summer. Just like when I saw Angela in Sister Mira's dream, I realized that the two had already met at that time. He had forgotten too many things about that summer.

His memory was as if it was cut off by some irresistible force, and it was already incomplete.

Ulysses knew about this a long time ago, but it was the first time he could see his incomplete parts so clearly. If he wrote his life into a picture album, there might be dozens of them that were incomplete, and no matter how outstanding the painter was, he could not complete these parts.

When Ulysses tried to uncover the truth about these incomplete parts, his body suddenly shook violently.

It was so cold, as if the soul was about to freeze, it spread out from the lost parts. This was the dead silence and coldness that contained millions of years of loneliness. The pain that he could not bear. After just a little touch, his heart seemed to fall into an ice cave.

If it weren't for the memories of having more warm treasures in his heart, with Lasha, Sister Mira, and everyone from the Apostles' Group, I'm afraid that with this moment, he would enter the cold world.

There is no hope or warmth in that world. There is only endless dead silence, as if the world has already ended and the future has been completely cut off.

"Are you okay?" Chris found that Ulysses's face was very bad now, as if he had some serious illness, and he was almost unable to stand firmly.

It doesn’t matter, I can hold on. I haven’t fulfilled my wish to resurrect Yuliya yet, so how can I stop here?
Chapter completed!