[How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward]
Xie Linyuan was lying on the couch, looking out the window at the heavy snowfall. He remembered that it was such a windy and snowy day when he first met Xiao Weiyang.
That day, he suffered from an old illness and was forced to Jingshan Mountain by the pursuers. With his last breath, he begged the woman to save him.
He had an unfulfilled wish and could never die there.
Later, he used gentleness to lure her, seducing her step by step, and dragged her into the world of chess.
Xiao Weiyang watched with cold eyes, took advantage of the situation, and accompanied him to complete the tacit drama.
The two of them had their own agendas, took advantage of each other, and fell into the infinite abyss.
He knew that he didn't have much time left, but he still had feelings that he shouldn't have.
Now the world is peaceful and the seas and rivers are clear.
The only person he couldn't worry about was Xiao Weiyang.
Xie Linyuan gently closed his eyes.
"In the third year of Zhaohua, Xie Linyuan, the Holy Emperor's brother and former Shaoqing of Dali Temple, passed away."
Ten years in the cold mountains, one day into the world.
The world is vast and the mountains and rivers are safe.
Since then, I have never thanked Linyuan again.
How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward...
——2026.2.10
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Purpose: Spring water flows eastward, and no one is allowed to go against it.