Using a Plum Tree to Replace a Peach Tree

Niu Bei knew exactly what Shen Yi meant. How he wished the Niu Family possessed Soul-Returning Grass—if they did, Shen Yi would not have had to marry Jiang Zheng.

What a pity!

Such a rare spiritual herb as Soul-Returning Grass had never belonged to the Niu Family.

Niu Bei seemingly refused to give up. "Junior Sister Shen, although our Niu Family does not have Soul-Returning Grass now, that does not mean we will not have it in the future. So long as you say the word, I am willing to accompany you across a thousand mountains in search of Soul-Returning Grass."

How could Shen Yi fail to understand Niu Bei's feelings? She likewise knew of his affection for her.

If she could choose between Jiang Zheng and Niu Bei, Shen Yi would certainly choose the latter.

But that was only an if!

There were no ifs in this world. If there were so many ifs, she, Shen Yi, would not have appeared before everyone in this state today.

"Senior Brother Niu!" Shen Yi gave a bitter smile. "It is too late. I can wait, but my grandfather cannot. I appreciate your feelings."

"I'm sorry!"

Shen Yi's words were filled with helplessness, and her once-lively eyes... had become so dim.

Even the people around her could sense the desolation emanating from Shen Yi.

Only someone who had lost hope in life, or could no longer see the path ahead, whose heart no longer held any lingering attachment, would be like this, right?

Everyone could sense it—how could Niu Bei not?

His heart ached even more!

Soul-Returning Grass!

Soul-Returning Grass!

Niu Bei repeated the words inwardly. Then, his gaze suddenly turned toward Jiang Zheng.

"What do you want?" Niu Bei's cold and complicated gaze made Jiang Zheng instinctively take a step back.