A fish stranded in a dried-up rut could keep another alive, but wouldn't it be better to forget one another in the rivers and lakes?
Could you wait for me to come back for you?
All right.
Then can I stay by your side forever?
He smiled faintly. If you like, you can stay as long as you want.
Then... could it be forever and ever, as far away as the sky?
That year, he was twelve, arriving in the Central Plains for the first time. The other man was twenty-seven, Shen Xichen, the master of Yunxiao Pavilion, whom no one in the Central Plains martial world dared to offend.
Forget me. It would be better for you that way...
Why should I forget? Would everything be all right if I did? If it really has to be this way, you'd be better off killing me with your sword right now. That would be better than suffering this heart-rending pain every day for the rest of my life!
... Lan'er, if you insist on this, then I have no choice...
Who are you?
I am Shen Xinlan.
Shen Xingnan? Are you the renowned physician from Mount Qingming?
That's right.
