"Young master, in all these years you have been out there, have you ever met such a person? Even if he is right in front of you, you still miss him?" The woman who was already over seventy years old stood at the window and suddenly asked.
He pondered for a moment and looked out the window. Under the pear tree, the woman in the wheelchair was holding a sword, as if she was leaning against the faint blue of the sky. He looked at the cool clouds in the distance and said lightly: "When you think about someone, sometimes you just have to endure it..."
"Is that so?"
He turned around and said with a smile in his eyes, "Of course not."
"Hehe……"