Watching Zong Ruoning weep in relief, and Su Shuangluo, who remained calm and had clearly returned to normal, Su Buyu realized that all of this was because of one person's return.
Thirty years of unwavering waiting. Thirty years of quiet devotion.
It was a mutual journey toward each other, supporting one another through hardship—not forgetting each other in the world, but blending together like water and milk, molding each other, sharing a bed in life and an Outer Coffin in death...
For the first time in her life, Su Buyu actually found herself looking forward to a relationship where two people understood and loved each other so deeply.
Su Buyan, meanwhile, was simply happy for his cousin, Zong Ruoning.
Because over all these years, only he knew how much Zong Ruoning had suffered.
Everyone thought he was Master Zong's darling grandson, the First Successor of the Zong family, someone Master Zong had been eager to pass the title to across generations, just like Quan Yuxun.
But in reality, from the age of seven or eight, when he was sent to Su Shuangluo's side, he had borne the responsibility of caring for his mother, who was effectively a patient with mental illness.
Only those who had personally cared for someone with mental illness for years could truly understand the immense psychological pressure he had endured.
Fortunately, all of that was over now.
And judging by Su Shuangluo's condition, the moment Zong Weiping returned, her mental illness had healed without medicine.
A sickness of the heart truly required medicine for the heart.
Meanwhile, Huo Yushen's eyes remained fixed on The Door.
When Xia Yuanfang emerged, Huo Yushen quickly took two steps forward, stopped beside her, and asked softly, "Xia Gugu, where's Chujian?"
Xia Yuanfang had always treated Huo Yushen exceptionally well.
She