Back then, his eldest brother was like a sun slowly burning in his heart, illuminating their whole world.

However, he vaguely remembered that his older brother was only about five years old at that time.

At such a young age, he has taken on responsibilities that someone his age should not have to bear.

He was very young then, but somehow he had a strong premonition—

His brother will lead their family to new prosperity and strength.

Suddenly, a clear pain shot through his body, and Ye Qingfeng looked at his chest in disbelief.

But he saw that his chest was riddled with blood-red holes, and blood was flowing down continuously.

His consciousness seemed to be slowly being stripped away.

Finally, his body collapsed heavily to the ground.

In a daze, he seemed to return to the scene more than 20 years ago, when he had just escaped from the fire at the Shao family's residence.

He stood alone in the darkness, utterly helpless, wiping away his tears: "I'm sorry, brother, I didn't protect Mengmeng, I didn't protect her..."

He clearly remembered that Ye Meng was born after they left the Shao family.

However, not long after, the eldest brother of the Shao family, who was truly ranked first, died at the hands of the Emperor-Killing Alliance.

Ye Meng has been taken away. How is he going to face his older brother now...?

Suddenly, countless warm halos of light faintly flew into the pitch-black space. These halos of light gathered together and formed countless vivid souls, as if welcoming his arrival.

Suddenly, Ye Qingfeng felt a pair of warm hands land on his head, and he looked up in shock.

Then he saw his older brother, Ye Xichen, who looked like a child, standing in front of him, still looking at him with those vibrant eyes:

“We’ve done our best. Besides, when we rebuilt the Shao family, didn’t we agree not to dwell on the past or be obsessed with revenge? We’ve protected Mengmeng for so many years, and I believe that Mengmeng has grown up and that her three uncles who raised her will take good care of her.”

Ye Qingfeng felt a lump in his throat, and tears blurred his vision.

Countless gentle halos around him gradually coalesced into soft human figures—his other brothers and sisters who had already passed away.

They were all just like he remembered from his childhood, possessing the innocence, liveliness, and vibrant energy of childhood.

A joyful smile graced his innocent face: "Come here, there is no sadness or pain, no separation or eternal farewell. Far from the noise and hatred, our family can live happily together."

After saying that, the light in Ye Xichen's eyes softened even more: "Will you come with us?"

That gentle gaze pierced Ye Qingfeng's heart, and Ye Qingfeng wiped away the tears on his face.

She then reached out and tightly grasped Ye Xichen's hands.

As the soft light spilled down from the sky, he felt as if his soul had melted into that dazzling and brilliant light.

Warmth and gentleness enveloped his sorrowful heart.

He closed his eyes tightly, his gaze filled with relief and joy after having hoped for something.

So, death isn't so scary after all.

Here, he can finally live happily with his family...