After the war between immortals and demons, both clans suffered heavy casualties, and he, who cultivated the Dao through music, lost his life in the battle.
When he woke up, he thought he had returned to his early childhood. Not long afterward, however, he discovered that he had transmigrated.
In his previous life, he had neither parents nor family. In this life, he lives to protect his loved ones.
But why is the person closest to him his older brother? Shouldn't it be his Dao companion?
After a chance encounter, he belatedly realizes that this older brother is no ordinary person.
Tang San: "I regret driving Xiao Xuan away." "I regret not being with him." "I regret not confessing sooner." "I regret being useless and unable to protect him." """
Tang Xuan: "Brother, it's okay. As long as we're together now and in the future, that's enough."
This story starts out sad but ends happily. There is no angst.
This is my first time writing, so the prose may be a little amateurish. Please excuse me.
