After the county magistrate was trampled to death, Qi Shan remained silent for a long time.
Shen Tang crouched by the stream, washing her feet and shoes.
Listening to the burbling water, she abruptly broke the silence. "Yuan Liang, what kind of person was that friend of yours?"
"He was a very good person. Softhearted and easily swayed, he often helped others until he could barely make ends meet... There were few people in this world better than him. It was a shame good people never lived long..."
For a moment, it seemed the boy's voice still echoed in his ears, gentle and warm with laughter, clear and bright—not like the hoarse, feeble voice he'd had in the secret realm of Book Mountain after days without food or water.
[There is good and evil in the world, but in the end, there is more good than evil. If we turn a blind eye to good people suffering just because of a few evildoers, how are we any different from them? We help others so we can answer to our own conscience, not because we expect their gratitude. Don't stop eating just because you choked once.]
[Aqu, that way of thinking is misguided.]
What normal person could be as foolish as him? He'd been bitten by ungrateful wretches time and again, yet never learned his lesson. Then he ran into Yan Cheng and lost his life.
He hadn't dressed up his beloved friend with flowery words, describing how wonderful he was. In his memories, his friend was just a boy with a youthful face, only four years older than the Young Master Shen beside him. But in his heart, he'd been like an older brother and a father, a teacher and a friend...
He was the greatest benefactor of Qi Shan's