As I was paying my respects and reminiscing about Xue Qingcheng, an aura quietly appeared in the airspace not far behind me. I turned around, and Luo Yingshen, dressed in an elegant cherry-red dress, was standing there.
"Are you all right?" When Luo Yingshen noticed me looking at her, she could only ask tentatively, a trace of sympathy showing in her expression.
"..." I gave a bitter smile and shook my head. It could hardly be called unbearable pain in my eyes. After all, the cleansing passage of time had washed over me; I had cried over many things already, and even the deepest grief would eventually turn into remembrance. But if anyone thought it could end just like that, they were clearly mistaken. My concern for Xue Qingcheng was carved into my bones—and there was also my child.
Luo Yingshen drifted gently over and came to my side. Then she looked toward the cosmic domain I had been watching, a trace of sorrow appearing on her face. "They were a very important person to you, weren't they?"
"Mm..." I sighed and raised my head, but closed my eyes. In the next instant, scene after scene from Xue Qingcheng's past flashed through my mind like a kaleidoscope.
Just as I sensed the traces Xue Qingcheng had left behind, my hand gradually grew cold. I slowly opened my eyes and looked down at my left hand, which Luo Yingshen was holding.
"I've lost important friends before too, so I thought... perhaps this would make you feel a little better." Luo Yingshen spoke faintly, the same melancholy color in her eyes as in mine.
Looking at her innocent gesture, I smiled faintly and clasped her hand tightly. This left her somewhat at a loss, but she did not clearly reject me; only