[Jian Wang 3] I Once Knew a Tiance

My master once regretted letting me learn what death meant before I was old enough to understand. He also regretted taking me wandering from place to place because of a single fortune-telling prediction. I never thought there was anything wrong with it, but even on his deathbed, he couldn't stop worrying about me.

Who could have known that the very year he died, I would meet someone who could make him feel at ease about me living on my own? That's how it sounds, anyway. In the sixteen years that followed, I probably only saw him three or five times. Yet those few precious meetings finally taught me, after wasting forty years of my life in this world, what it means to live.

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