White-haired Xu Yanwu had not vanished completely.
Whenever Xu Yanwu wanted to find him, White-haired Xu Yanwu would appear before him and talk with him.
And with those memories for company, Xu Yanwu lived out each day of his life here.
As time passed, those memories grew ever clearer in Xu Yanwu's mind.
He recalled the things he had done in ancient times, then remembered all the things he had failed to save.
When Xu Yanwu first recalled those things he had once regretted so bitterly, they jolted him awake from his sleep more than once.
Those memories kept Xu Yanwu awake all night many times.
On more than one sleepless night, Xu Yanwu called forth his white-haired self to talk with him.
"What can I do to make those things right?"
That was what Xu Yanwu asked.
But no matter how he asked, he never received an answer from his white-haired self.
Only at the very end, after Xu Yanwu had accepted all his memories, did White-haired Xu Yanwu question him.
"Have you found your answer about saving people?"
"Or... should I repeat it for you?"
Those were the words White-haired Xu Yanwu spoke.
"We're immortal. We have lifespans that will never run out... but precisely because of that, the things we'll witness and the pain we'll endure will be far greater than normal..."
"More than once, we treated this world as a world we already understood, one we'd transmigrated into. We thought we knew everything, that we knew the future, so we believed we could change this world."
"We thought that as long as we took action ourselves, this world would change. But that wasn't how things worked."
"No matter how much we can do, we're still only one person."
White-haired Xu Yanwu said, "We treated everyone else