"You, even now, still want me to die." Lou Beichen looked shocked. He suddenly felt like he had been stabbed several times. He felt chills and fever. He couldn't explain what feelings were accumulated and he wanted to find a way to vent them out. The hand that was holding Qing Ziyan tightly before was almost ridiculous in Lou Beichen's eyes.
"This is the name you chose. From now on, there will be no more Lou Beichen in the world. We will live up to our debt to each other."
"You're right, I am indeed a monster." A mocking smile rose on Lou Beichen's lips.
"Tell me, whose child is this?"
"You wholeheartedly want to preserve Qinglan's legacy and bring peace to the world. But now, this child is going to trample on the land you love."
"He is a very kind and gentle person. He cares for even the humblest slave. He is the best person in the world. Unfortunately, he..." Seeing my father with an almost piercing sad expression, I reached out and touched the yellowed scroll again, and I couldn't bear to ask anymore.
"Since he wants me to live, then I will never think of committing suicide in this life." He stroked the stone tablet, picked up a yellowing dead leaf, and stared at the stone tablet with emotions I couldn't understand. He just stood there in the cold autumn wind, leaving me with a lonely back.
I turned and left. Perhaps those who survive are the most painful, just like my father.