"Gone?"
Venerable Chengtao slowly stepped out from behind You Su and stood beside him, his gaze following You Su's, looking toward the direction Ji Xueruo had disappeared.
"Mm."
You Su nodded, though his eyes had returned to normal, Ji Xueruo's silhouette lingered in his mind.
"If there are words you haven't finished saying, I can take you to catch up with her." Venerable Chengtao looked at You Su warmly and remarked, "I've lived over three hundred years and haven't grasped many truths, but one has cut me to the bone—this world's most tormenting thing is called regret."
You Su withdrew his gaze, gently pressing his lips, the soft sensation upon them faintly remained.
"There won't be any regrets..."
The young man laughed freely, his robes swaying with the reeds of the autumn moon, petals fluttering about, the whole lakeshore like a blurred dream, filled with poetry and artistry.
