By the moat.
Tang Zhong stood by the river, staring at the water, his gaze fixed and unmoving.
From Tang Ran's mouth he had learned that his parents' ashes were now in this moat, most likely turned to dust and settled in the mud.
Thinking back to those years when his parents pressured him, the memory was still vivid in Tang Zhong's mind.
"Xiaozhong, leave this place alone, and never come back!"
"Remember, Xiaozhong, your surname is Tang; no matter what happens, do not become an enemy of the Tang Family, understand?"
"Xiaozhong, you must survive!"
At that time, he hadn't thought too much and left the Tang Family right away—after all, what he longed for was the vast world outside. He detested being in the Tang Family, and that's why he left, not returning for ten years.
Now, Tang Zhong felt he had been foolish.
If he had stayed back then, his parents might not have ended up in these river waters forever.
The fault was his own.
