"Qingli's death hit Yun'er very hard, and Jinxuan is far away in the Demon Domain, his whereabouts unknown. For a moment, Yun'er still hasn't adjusted. Don't take offense at him."
Inside the immortal cave, Zhuang Yuechan looked at the silent Song Changsheng and, unable to rest easy, gave him a reminder.
"There was nothing I could do about Qingli's chronic illness, and Jinxuan going to the Demon Domain to lie low was also a decision I made. What right do I have to take offense at him?
"If he doesn't come, then he doesn't come.
"There are some things he'll only understand after he experiences them himself." Song Changsheng let out a long sigh. After breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm, the things that gave him headaches had instead grown more numerous.
People always had to learn to grow amid loss.
There was no such thing as so much perfect completeness in this world. If you chose one road, you had to give up another.
He believed Song Qingyun would not be knocked down by this little setback.
Zhuang Yuechan walked behind Song Changsheng, reached out, and gently massaged his swollen temples, saying softly, "He must have suffered no small amount while away all these years, but no matter who asks, he avoids speaking of it.
"He's clearly still very young, yet the twilight air about him is heavier than even those Clan Elders in the clan.
"In this world, perhaps only you can make him open his heart."
"Let him be quiet for now. When the timing is right, I'll talk with him.
"You all certainly colluded well. Not a single person mentioned this matter in front of me. Even Hua Yan was led astray by you." Song Changsheng leaned his head into Zhuang Yuechan's arms and said