He lives in seclusion in Yulin County and no longer cares about the world, knights or chivalrous people. To him, these are just a way to gain fame and reputation, passing by.
He vaguely remembered Zhengshu's last words, and the helplessness and pain between his eyebrows stabbed somewhere in his heart, causing pain.
He couldn't sleep day and night, and he always felt that there was a wrong figure staring up from the willow shade in the courtyard. The thin back looked extremely lonely. He was stunned and didn't know what to say, until the man opened his thin lips slightly, smiled softly, and then said to him,
"We're not leaving, okay."
Okay, no, we won't leave.
He looked at the man's delicate profile. Just like when they first met that day, the silk white shirt was slowly fluttering in the moist breeze. Calculating the solar terms, Anping would have received its first heavy snowfall today.
He suddenly covered his face and began to cry uncontrollably. Waves of blood overflowed from his throat, feeling extremely painful and injured.
How about we all leave?
Just here, plant a field of flowers, raise a kitten and a pair of fish.
Then, look at each other as we grow old.