Linghu Chong cupped his hands. "Brother Song, please, go ahead."
Song Qingshu walked to the window and pushed it open, gazing at the surging river in the distance. "With mountains and rivers filling my sight, I vainly long for the faraway; fallen flowers and wind and rain wound the spring all the more. Better to cherish the one before you."
Linghu Chong's heart stirred. He opened his mouth, but in the end, said nothing.
Song Qingshu continued, "I know you have never been able to forget your little junior sister, but fallen flowers may have feelings while flowing water has none. She only sees you as an older brother; the one she likes is someone else. Yet Yilin has always silently remained by your side, keeping you company and protecting you..."
Linghu Chong gave a bitter smile. "I have always regarded Yilin as a younger sister. Besides, she is of the Buddhist faith. How could I ruin her cultivation?"
Song Qingshu shook his head. "Why deceive yourself? Yilin's worldly ties remain unsevered. If you said the word, she would have returned to secular life ten times over by now."
Linghu Chong remained silent for a long while before finally letting out a faint sigh. "Feelings cannot be forced in the end. The person you like may not necessarily like you." Clearly, Song Qingshu's earlier words to Tian Boguang had struck a deep chord with him.
As Song Qingshu left the room, he casually left behind a sentence. "That is human nature. People never cherish what they have, only regretting it beyond remedy after they lose it."
Linghu Chong sat by the window and suddenly recalled how, when he had been with Yingying, he had still been unable to stop thinking about his little junior sister. Only after Yingying had been