C195 The memory of the soul under the name of a fish that is not a fish

Holding my parents' hand, I looked at my grandfather who was stroking his beard with a smile on his face. At this moment, I was filled with joy, forgetting all my troubles in an instant.

At this moment, the originally dark yellow sky looked so alluring. As long as he was with his family, it didn't matter where he was.

"Ma Que!"

A clear voice came from who knows where, and in an instant