Song Jici held her tightly for a while before he saw the Management Bureau's warning that he had lingered too long.
Only after saying a rather informal goodbye to Jiang Nian did he return beneath the Tree of Longevity.
Looking at the hand warmer that still held some warmth, his heart found a moment of peace as well.
[Have you found the future you wanted?] The Bureau Administrator's voice rang out, drawing Song Jici out of his daze.
Only then did he come back to himself. Gazing into the darkness around him, he felt a swell of emotion.
How many futures had he visited?
It seemed he had already lost count.
He did not know how long he had searched through the torrent of time. All he remembered clearly was the unrelenting exhaustion that had seeped into his bones and could never be erased.
[I found it.]
But fortunately, he had found it.
Song Jici stroked the hand warmer and spoke in a low voice:
[You said that as long as I burned away my own life, I could return to the save point, right?]
The Bureau Administrator answered firmly: [Yes.]
Song Jici lowered his eyes, making his expression difficult to read.
[Can I return to when Fu Zhenzhen had just transmigrated here and was preparing to send Nian abroad?]
The Bureau Administrator did not understand his intention: [Those two points in time are very close together. No one will remember anything from their previous life anyway. Is there something you want to do by choosing this particular moment?]
Song Jici remembered the timeline he had seen, and Jiang Nian complaining about him to her system. The corners of his mouth lifted.
[Didn't you say that of the two systems that escaped, besides Despair, there was also Vitality?]
[Since the