「Huailing City, South City Sanhu Lane.」
A sigh echoed across time and space. "Back then, was I not saving you, but harming you instead?"
...
A bitter night wind whistled through the broken window lattice. Yan Hanzhang, sitting before the window, shivered violently. An indescribable, intense emotion surged up from the soles of his feet, rushing straight to the crown of his head in an instant.
Suppressing his agitation, Yan Hanzhang said, "No! Divine Venerable, if not for you saving me back then, this disciple would have been reduced to a pile of bones long ago. I have clung to life until now, and though I have accomplished nothing, I... I..."
He stammered, as if on the verge of blurting out: 'But in the end, I do want to live—'
Words to that effect.
But as the words reached his lips, he recalled his experiences over the years, and a boundless sorrow suddenly washed over him.
He had attempted suicide once. After being saved, he never again entertained the thought.
