Many, many years later, Yun Tianqing will still remember that autumn, when that man was dressed in white, and his shirt was fluttering and not stained by dust. He always looked forward to the day when he would be able to see his own shadow in his sharp and lonely eyes, as he longed for.
He didn't expect that cold and indifferent person to give him a good look, but he hoped that he could at least remember him and occasionally turn around and call his name when calling him senior brother.