Xiao Linyuan has been waiting for a thousand years.
Wait for that person's reincarnation.
Wait until he calls himself "senior brother".
Wait for a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing.
The only thing he didn't wait for was to tell him who he was.
Some words are spoken too late, and some words never need to be said in this life.
As long as he is still there.
As long as he doesn't remember.
As long as he seals the seal again alone, that's fine.
Intention: Two-way redemption