When she heard Sentience Fu Hua's words, Tushan Rongrong had not wanted to say anything. Although Fu Hua was very powerful, she did not believe Fu Hua could do anything about this matter.
After all, the person who had left her sister guilt-ridden and heartbroken had been dead for so many years. Unless that little Taoist could be resurrected, her sister would never let it go.
Tushan Yaya might not understand this very well, but Rongrong had gone through it together with her sister and knew it better than anyone. Rongrong herself had also felt guilty toward the little Taoist... but not as deeply as Honghong had. After all these years, she had long since let it go, while her sister could not.
As the only person who knew the truth about this matter, Rongrong had never intended to tell anyone for the rest of her life.
Yet, for some reason, as she looked at the girl before her... she had a premonition that perhaps this girl could pull her sister out of that state of grief and self-blame.
No matter how she thought about it, it seemed impossible—unless her sister fell in love with someone else and let go of the feelings born from her guilt. It was not as though Tushan Honghong truly loved that little Taoist that much...
After all, they had only truly spent a day or two together.
Therefore, Tushan Honghong's feelings for the little Taoist had merely stemmed from guilt over accidentally killing him. The current Tushan Honghong seemed to be trapped in a dead end, unable to adapt and unwilling to accept anything else.
Every Qixi Festival, she spent an entire day in the ice cave. Every night, she was trapped in the memory of killing the little Taoist herself, unable to let