Her whisper trailed off as he walked away.
This world had turned for the worse.
It wasn't just Long Ling that was killed.
But also the young man who once promised to follow through with his words.
Innumerable dreams,
Innumerable agonies,
Endless torture.
In truth, he didn't regret his choice from those years ago; he couldn't let his happiness be built on the pain of others, to let that crazed woman destroy the world. If so, the beautiful scenery they once had hoped for would be ruined, and there would be no corners of the earth or shady flower fields left.
Moreover, where would the joy be in that?
His sister had long since been gone.
He only hated fate.
Why leave this ending to him?
Latterly, he traveled to many places and met many people.
He experienced many joys and sorrows, partings and reunions.
He became indifferent to everything in this world.
He grew accustomed to distancing himself from everything.
To living in a corner where no one bothered about him,
