The day Si You went to see Zhou Fan, the sunlight was perfect.
When he pushed open the door, a thin figure was leaning by the window. Xu Lin still stood guard at his side without leaving a single step. Hearing the sound, Zhou Fan looked up. The two froze as their eyes met.
It was no wonder Zhang Feigu had insisted on treating Si You as Zhou Fan's substitute or the vessel for his soul. The two really did resemble each other, but only in their features. After all, a person's first impression of another also came with their clothes, expression, temperament, and more. Zhou Fan was like a valley battered by countless storms. At one point, you might have thought he would be destroyed, yet the last sliver of life had brought him back. Though the cliff walls were pockmarked, weathered, and coldly pale, clear springs still ran below and flowers scented both banks. He carried a serenity that would never fade again.
As for Si You, one word summed up his entire life: wild.
Zhou Fan slowly rose to his feet. He watched Si You for a long while before finally giving him a grateful smile.
After Zhou Fan lost consciousness twenty years ago, his soul seemed to drift for a long time. When he could see again, it was as though an invisible thread had pulled him in and bound him tightly to Zhang Feigu's side.
It was too fantastical. Zhou Fan had once thought it was a dream.
All he had left in this world was a pair of "eyes" no one else could see, through which he watched Zhang Feigu suffer endlessly.
Zhang Buzhou had once said that Zhang Feigu only felt pain after gaining and losing Zhou Fan. If Zhou Fan had been