He seemed to see Chen Ruoyu walking leisurely on the road, feeling the bustling market of Barkhor Street. There was a faint sound of chanting in the wind, and the aroma of food from both sides floated over. The cloth flags on the street were illuminated by lanterns and swayed in the wind. Chen Ruoyu's laughter seemed to still linger in his ears.
The joys and sorrows gathered together, north, south, east and west, all returned to dust.
Zhou Huaisheng, a lifelong legend, quietly closed his eyes in the bright sunshine at noon, and there was still a smile on his lips that had no time to dissipate...
