Chapter 45: Source Seed

The knocking sound constantly echoed. It had a steady rhythm that wasn’t too gentle nor too harsh. However, Lin Yuan’s heart was in disarray.

It wasn’t Auntie Zhang or Uncle Li that had lit up their house’s lights. At the same time, someone was knocking on his door.

Although Radiance Federation’s public security might be great and Lin Yuan had never heard of any cruel incidents, he still hid a razor-sharp knife—the one that he would use to cut off the Usnea vines—in his sleeve.

He also called out to Chimey softly and asked it to stand on his shoulder. He then walked toward the entrance and prepared to open the door.

Before opening the door, Lin Yuan said softly, “Chimey, when I open the door later, and if I step back, it doesn’t matter what is at the entrance. You just have to execute Turbulence and Sound Thrust at the door.”

Upon receiving Lin Yuan’s command, Chimey became vigilant. It looked as though it was preparing to activate the attack as soon as Lin Yuan moved.

There were cases of people knocking on Lin Yuan’s door in the night, but it was unknown why he felt particularly nervous on this night.

He finally learned about his parents’ identities, and Auntie Zhang’s house was lit up on the same day. All of these coincidences made Lin Yuan’s senses abnormally sensitive.

The knocking sound suddenly changed. Previously, it was a rhythmic sound that was neither gentle nor harsh. The knocking sound was slightly heavier now, and it stopped after two ‘knock, knock’.

Lin Yuan frowned as he noticed that there wasn’t just one person outside the door. There were at least two individuals.

After opening the door, Lin Yuan spotted a man and a woman standing around one meter away from the door.

The man looked like he was slightly over 30, while the woman looked a little younger.

The man noticed Lin Yuan’s tensed hand, which was gripping the hidden knife tightly in his sleeve.

The woman’s expression didn’t change, but the 30-year-old man chuckled and said, “Young man, don’t be nervous. I just want to ask about the name of your parents.”

The 30-year-old man asked again, “Are your mother and father Chu Yan and Lin Jian?”

Lin Yuan took a deep look at the man and the woman before nodding and replying, “Yes. May I ask what is the matter?”

When they heard his answer, Lin Yuan felt that the duo was looking at him differently. Their gaze became gentler and more amiable.

The silent woman handed a letter to Lin Yuan. “Your Auntie Zhang wrote this letter,” she said.

“Read the letter first. After you finish, there is something else for you,” she added.

Lin Yuan opened the letter, and two things fell out.

One of them was a piece of cloth.

Lin Yuan opened up the cloth and felt that it was rather dirty. It was stained with grayish-black dirt, and there were actually two red-colored and rather ugly smiley faces.

Lin Yuan didn’t know what to do with it, so he put it down and proceeded with reading the letter.

Soon, Lin Yuan’s eyes turned red, and a bean-sized tear dropped on the letter, mottling the ink on the paper.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

Lin Yuan could no longer see the letter’s content clearly.

After his parents’ death, Lin Yuan had never cried as he must stay strong to support the store and Chu Ci’s hope.

But now, thousands of emotions surged into his heart as the peaceful bliss of his childhood floated in front of his eyes.

The commandment that stated a man’s tears shouldn’t drop so easily had been broken.

Lin Yuan kept the letter and used his hands to wipe his eyes. Now that Lin Yuan was looking at that strange cloth, he felt that it was the warme