Seven years ago, Chen Changhe picked up a young boy from among the dead.
Seven years later, Chen Changhe died in the Yamaluo Mountain Dungeon.
Before he died, he said nothing and only glanced at Lin Yuan.
There was guilt, reluctance, and a secret that hadn't been revealed in that glance.
Lin Yuan clenched the whip in his hand and walked into the misty rain.
He thought that the world was like the light of swords and shadows.
Later I learned that the most unpredictable thing is the human heart.
