Xu Zijun was slightly stunned. She has to leave eventually.
For seven years, the woman in front of her has been indifferent to worldly affairs, sitting in a meditation pavilion without ever leaving the mountain. He often placed two cups of light tea in the Wangyou Pavilion and drank with her. Green mountains and green waters, birds chirping noisily, he only wished to drink together like this until the end of time.
Seven years have passed since he brought her to Yugu Mountain that rainy night when she was despairing of all hope. Seven years, seven springs and autumns, are so long and yet so hurried. In the past seven years, there had been so many undercurrents in the corners of her eyes, but she always seemed careless, so he pretended as if nothing had happened.
The outcome is the same anyway, so why bother with it.
So, he smiled faintly and said: "If you want to leave, I have no reason to stop you. I only want to give you a ride, and it will not be in vain for seven years of friendship."
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