The Person Is Gone, Life Goes On

What-ifs always made people feel good.

In his previous life, many people around Xu Yuan had liked them.

They fantasized about correcting the questions they had gotten wrong, about seizing the opportunities they had wasted when starting a business, about making different choices in those years when love first blossomed—and obtaining different results.

Whenever he heard friends around him sigh like that, Xu Yuan always found it amusing.

Though fantasizing about what-ifs felt good for a moment, and kept feeling good the more one fantasized, in the end, one could only go on fantasizing.

This life was different.

If he messed up an exam, he could simply do better next time.

If he could not have the love he wanted, perhaps the next one would be prettier.

Rather than savoring the pleasure brought by this spiritual opium, he might as well put more attention toward the future.

Xu Yuan had always dismissed such things with disdain.

He had not believed he would become like those people—until Li Junwu died before his eyes, and there was nothing he could do.

Only then did Xu Yuan realize that everyone was the same. He was no different; the things before simply had not struck his sore spot.

Holding her gradually cooling corpse, he began uncontrollably recalling every detail of the war, fantasizing about those crucial turning points, fantasizing about what if—

What if he had chosen to take her and flee from the very beginning?

What if, when his maternal uncle had advised evacuation, he had listened?

What if, instead of being reborn in the Realm of Living Death through the Life-Death Dao Rhyme, he had forcibly devoured Mu Nuo regardless of the Soul Trace fusion, returning to the world in a Saint's body merged with Mu Nuo's origin—

Would he then have