lt;The Pocket Dimens

"Mother, don't worry, I'll go find my younger brother right away.",Outside the village, on the embankment of a canal, three teenage boys were beating up a thin boy of thirteen or fourteen.,A sharp pain erupted in Yan Xiaoshi's head, his vision blurring. Fragments of memories, alien and unwelcome, flooded his mind like a raging torrent, overwhelming him.。