Qin Yun's eyes could not help but moisten as he murmured softly. "Scholar."
…
"Scholar, now that you are leaving, I wonder when we will meet again." Seven years ago in the northern borderlands, Qin Yun and company were sending Scholar off.
"I'm all alone and have the world as my abode. We will meet again if fate allows it."
"Take care."
"Scholar, take care."
Large bowls of alcohol were drunk as a send off for their brother.
The cold northern weather made it so that ancient trail was freezing, but Scholar only wore an old shirt and carried a bag as he left on his own.
Qin Yun and company watched him leave till they could no longer see him.
…
Beside him, Yi Xiao noticed Qin Yun's expression. She immediately asked, "Brother Yun, what's the matter?" As she spoke, she curiously picked up the letter from the floor.
