Sikong Jiu watched Xu Lai grow farther and farther away, and for a long time he did not leave.
"Creak—"
The sound of a door being pushed open came.
Not one, but two.
Only then did Senior Sister notice that Ruan Lan had also woken up, her eyes red, clearly having secretly cried.
But she was the same, tear tracks still streaked across her face, not yet wiped clean.
They tacitly said nothing, their gazes turning to Sikong Jiu at the same time.
They couldn't help but sigh inwardly: perhaps only men can smile and say goodbye at the moment of life and death.
Only, they could not see the front of Sikong Jiu's robe, soaked through by tears.
After a full cycle of reincarnation apart.
He, Sikong Jiu, had gained another brother.
Yet today this brother had boarded the little white boat that was supposed to be his, heading toward an Other Shore that no one even knew could truly be reached.
The road ahead was boundless.
The dangers could not be foreseen.
