A moment's warmth could always make one forget time's chill.
Life was like a cycle. When the peach blossoms withered, Father Yang left with the spring breeze.
Just as he had come riding the spring breeze, bringing the Yang Family countless beautiful memories and giving the four siblings a complete home.
Several months later, Mother Yang also departed before winter arrived.
Before the Yang residence.
A faint chill lay in Yang Huai's gaze as he watched the two of them vanish bit by bit into the turning of the four seasons. In the distance stood the slightly aged figures of Yang Huan and Yang Yuan.
"Brother, once you leave, will you return again?"
Faint traces of his childhood self remained beneath Yang Huan's long white brows, and reluctance flickered in his eyes.
Although his plea for Yang Huai to stay carried a measure of selfishness, he had never forgotten the brotherhood they had shared for decades.
Yang Huai turned back to look at him, stepped forward, and patted his shoulder. His figure immediately transformed into a streak of light and vanished from the small city, leaving behind only the astonished, reluctant, and envious gazes of the Yang Family descendants.
"Brother!"
Behind them, the Yang siblings were already weeping. They knew that perhaps they would never again reunite with their elder brother, who had stepped onto the immortal path.
Light flashed across Emerald Long Lake. A trace of sorrow appeared deep within Yang Huai's eyes, yet he knew that these mortal relatives would ultimately be unable to escape the suffering of reincarnation. Like raindrops gathering in the heavens, the moment they formed, they were destined to fall to the earth and return to the vast sea.
Though he had long seen through life and death, seen through reincarnation, regret still remained