He seemed to see Chen Ruoyu strolling leisurely down the street, taking in the bustling market on Barkhor Street. The faint sound of chanting drifted on the wind, while the aromas of food from both sides of the street wafted past one after another. The street's banners glowed in the lantern light, swaying in the breeze. It seemed he could still hear Chen Ruoyu's laughter by his side.
Joy and sorrow, reunions and farewells, north and south, east and west: all return to dust.
And so Zhou Huaisheng, whose life had been a legend, quietly closed his eyes beneath the brilliant midday sun, a faint smile still lingering at the corners of his mouth...
