Chu Dazhuang's heart was filled with every little memory of Yu Lan, and suddenly, he only felt darkness before his eyes as a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out, and he fainted.
In a hazy state, Chu Dazhuang seemed to see Sun Yulan's figure again.
That figure, so beautiful, and so gentle.
"Dazhuang, you can't be like this, you must be strong."
Sun Yulan's voice echoed in Chu Dazhuang's ears, causing him waves of heartache.
"Yu Lan... your departure, it's all because of me, if it wasn't for me, if I had stayed with you, would things have been different?"
Chu Dazhuang's voice was filled with endless sorrow, and he fell into deep self-blame. What if he hadn't chosen to help Yang Mi and had stayed by Sun Yulan's side instead? Would the outcome have been different?
"Dazhuang, no, it's not your fault, nor is it because of you."
Sun Yulan's tone was firm and gentle as if her words were a force coursing into Chu Dazhuang's body.
