Memories were like a loyal puppy. As long as you made a throwing gesture, it would always bring something back.
Le Yu remembered the girl named Shuangye.
But the impression had already faded.
Just as ordinary people could not remember what the headline news had been several months ago, Le Yu was also about to forget that night from several months ago.
Because he had experienced too much over the past few months—he had met a lover with whom he could spend his entire life, successfully turned Profound Candle Prefecture upside down, founded a newspaper, written a novel, become the head of the Jing family, won the election for president of the Silver Blood Society, and even linked arms with Lan Yan to contribute to Profound Candle Prefecture's harmonious society...
Everything he had done, and everyone he had met,
was far more important than the little maid who had died in the courtyard.
Although Le Yu had witnessed her death with his own eyes,
he had stepped over who knew how many corpses along the way.
Silver Blood members killed by Yin Minghong and the Coastal Army, Jing family guards who had died protecting Le Yu, and even the Heyang Army soldiers ambushed and killed by Lan Yan at Wolf Prison Shipyard... How could the people who had died because of him number only in the hundreds?
As Le Yu tried to change Profound Candle Prefecture, Profound Candle Prefecture had also changed him. He was no longer the peaceful dog who would be shocked by the death of an ordinary person, but a proper man of a chaotic age.
Habit was a powerful force.
Le Yu had already learned to grow accustomed to death.
Or perhaps it was simply because he had activated the Ice-Blood Physique.
That was why, when