——You don't regret it?
No regrets.
The young man raised his head and dripped water from the River of Forgetfulness into his eyes. In an instant, thousands of scenes flooded into his eyes, and the memories contained in every drop of water poured into his mind like a bursting flood.
He held his head and groaned in pain. He closed his eyes, trying to stop the endless torture, but it was in vain.
——This is the pain you should bear. The ferryman said calmly.
Just hearing a "bang" sound, the door was kicked open. A group of young officers broke in, all of them fierce.
The leading officer smiled mischievously and hooked Bai Ziyi's neck: "Hey, the guy opposite is promising, dares to bully our Ninth Prince?" He waved his hand, "Brothers, come on! If you die, it's mine!"
"What's your name?"
The young man in white smiled faintly and turned away: "Xia Sixian."
"Oh, Xia Sixian." The woman repeated in a low voice.