Xianyu capped his pen without a change in expression, lowering his eyes to the ink that had yet to dry on the letter.
He had mentioned his death in front of Lan and Hua before. The reactions of that god and that human had forced him to be more cautious.
Xianyu was only willing to put extra thought into women.
He did not care about Lan's feelings, so when Hua was feeling down, he had tried to distract her by making her angry. In the end, he had nearly infuriated himself to death too.
When Daiyang brought up the past again, Xianyu tried putting himself in her shoes and gave it some serious thought.
Suppose he had gone on an outing with a subordinate he was close to and seen them writing something on a sheet of paper.
Out of respect for their privacy, he had not looked closely at the words. Only after they passed away did he learn that they had been writing a farewell letter for him.
Xianyu: "..."
Just imagining it made him feel as though he might become mara-struck.
Xianyu finally understood Daiyang's thoughts and experienced the same feelings.
She was wondering whether there might have been a chance to change things if she had seen that letter back then.
Xianyu immediately shook his head in denial.
"What literary talent do I have? I've just read a few more books than most. As for the letters I left you, I wrote them much later."
Daiyang never expected to learn the truth from the Marshal himself.
The Marshal, who doted on his subordinates, would never admit it. He would only deny what she said.
After hearing that, Daiyang nodded and said nothing more.
She began thinking back over the two lines the Marshal had written.
Even