Passerby...
The sound of these two words brings a sense of loneliness over the heart.
Yan Yun looked up at Shen Han, opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.
When comforting others to let go, it always sounds so easy.
But when it happens to you, you realize how difficult it truly is.
In the courtyard, watching the silent Yan Yun, Shen Han could only offer words of comfort.
"Now that you are the Sovereign of Jiuxiao, your heart should be focused on the affairs of the country, don't waste your time on these matters.
As I just told you, a passerby like me is just a grain of sand.
You throw it into this yard, and you won't see it anymore, there's no need for such worry."
No matter what Shen Han said, the trace of disappointment on Yan Yun's face lingered.
She then lifted her face to look at Shen Han.
"But this grain of sand fell into my eye, even if I don't think about it, don't reflect on it, it still remains.
It pricks my eyeball, constantly reminding me..."
