"Sir, why would this old man blame you? If anyone is to blame, it is this world."
"They are good people. Those who strive to give everyone under Heaven a place to live and stand will one day die. If this old man were not so old, I would go to the imperial court as well."
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
"Hahaha, Sir, what is there to fear in death? Someone has to do this. If I do not, others will. Trading this old man's life for a fresh, living one—it is worth it."
"You old man, you're quite interesting."
Winter came, and the entire lonely city was shrouded beneath heavy snow.
As far as the eye could see, there was only an endless expanse of white. The snow covered everything, and all things seemed to have lost their vitality.
"Brother Ye Lin, Mister Qi is dead, and Mister Wang is dead too. It's Luo Yao's fault. Luo Yao got them killed."
That day, Luo Yao clung to Ye Lin's leg and wept bitterly. She had been the one to beg Ye Lin to help Qi Xinxian, and Qi Xinxian's death was inseparably connected to her.
If not for her, Mister Qi would not have died, and neither would Mister Wang.
"Luo Yao, this is the first thing I taught you: if you are not strong enough, do not recklessly meddle in matters that have nothing to do with you."
"You think you are helping them, but in truth, you are harming them."
"Stop crying. They would have died sooner or later; it merely happened a little earlier."
"Besides, their deaths had meaning. Even in death, they would not blame you. Instead, they would thank you."
Ye Lin smiled as he wiped the tears from the corners of Luo Yao's