"So, it was you all along..."
"So, it was you all along..."
"So, it was you all along..."
...
Chen Jichuan stood motionless, as Chen Yu's words echoed in his mind.
In his head.
A vivid memory arose—a young boy waiting endlessly on Jade Spring Island for a dear friend who never returned, finally sneaking off the island, only to face despair amid raging storms.
By a stroke of fortune, he survived, only to face relentless blows: a shattered future, a crippled leg, a broken engagement.
Eventually, he became that solitary middle-aged man sweeping leaves outside Jade Spring Pill Pavilion.
"It was all because of me."
Chen Jichuan's heart swirled with deep emotions, leaving him at a loss for words.
He had lived through multiple lifetimes, across centuries of shifting dynasties and changing eras, witnessing countless dear faces age and fade away.
His heart had long grown resilient.
