Since he was already doomed to die, why burden him with more worries?
Qi Song could not decipher the emotions in Huo Yun's eyes.
Yet his heart felt as though it were being hammered and tempered a thousand times, enduring unbearable pain.
"Thank you, I'm sorry."
Thank you. Thank you for staying by my side all this way...
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I can't stay with you any longer.
Huo Yun's voice gradually faded with the wind, until it vanished completely among the trees.
Qi Song sat rooted to the spot, still holding Huo Yun, whose body retained a trace of warmth.
Qi Song's mind was utterly blank. Only the heart-rending pain deep within his chest reminded him that he was still alive. He tightened his arms, holding the man in his embrace even closer.
Was he ill? If he wasn't, why did scenes keep surfacing in his mind?
And why did every joy, rage, sorrow, and delight of Huo Yun's life keep crashing through his mind? Strangest of all...
Qi Song pressed a hand to his chest. Why did it hurt so much here?
Memories appeared like images, frame by frame: their first meeting, getting to know each other, coming to understand each other, the happy things they had encountered, the sad things...
"You don't even know whether I'm good or bad, yet you came to save me. Aren't you afraid I'll kill you once I recover?"
"You're not a bad person. A person's eyes don't lie. And yours have light in them."
When they first met, Huo Yun thought he had encountered an idiot. He had even planned to abandon him once he recovered. Despite having reached Nascent Soul, Qi Song was pitifully weak. To Huo Yun, he was nothing but a burden.
The cultivation world was cruel