An endless night.
Yao Yue sat quietly on her heels, poised and graceful, beneath the radiant moon of the Nine Heavens.
Chen Xun gazed at that heartbreakingly beautiful silhouette without moving. It was as if he had lost all emotion, so quiet he seemed even more silent than the deep, boundless night, serene as ever...
This time, he no longer needed to comfort anyone, nor did he need to expound on the mysteries of the Dao.
After a long while, the corner of Chen Xun's eye finally twitched. His throat moved faintly, again and again.
He was the kind of street loafer who could stop and chat with even a stray dog. Why was it that, at times like this, he never knew what to say...? He had already experienced so many partings, so many deaths.
Chen Xun lowered his gaze. The seated figure gradually faded from his sight.
It was enough if his old friends left with fewer regrets. At least his presence could let them go a little more peacefully. As for everything else, it didn't matter. It had never mattered.
Chen Xun struggled to his feet, suddenly feeling as though his legs weren't quite working right. But after standing for a while, he felt better.
He looked down over the vast tea fields beneath the moonlit sky. His gaze remained distant, and it felt as if a small piece of his heart were missing, leaving a faint hollow ache. Yet he felt no deep grief or heart-wrenching sorrow.
Unnoticed, the night breeze drifted by.
A little chilly.
Just a slight chill, that was all.
Chen Xun moved stiffly and sluggishly tonight. He slowly raised his head to gaze at the waning moon high above... He watched for a long time, his figure seeming immeasurably small beneath the