Ten years ago, he should not have met him, should not have saved him, should not have intervened out of selfishness, should not have... Pushed him into this position that did not belong to him...
Ten years later, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were left with this glorious wreckage.
He sat alone in the hall, sobbing softly.
He turned his back to him and left without saying a word, walking heavily, and the knocks echoed in the empty hall; the knocks ruthlessly tore at the bloody heart of the down-and-out man.
The white clothes are flowing and resolute. Just like the determination built up by the master's struggle thousands of times.
"..." He murmured lowly, causing the ethereal white man to pause.
He suddenly looked back and uttered two words in a gravelly voice.
"Jun'er."
[Axia: There will be some meat~ But I am just an innocent little author, and I am still afraid of the large army of river crabs, so I will delete it when uploading. So when there is meat, I will remind you in the article, and then you can use Q to ask me for it.