"Senior Sister..."
Lin Shisan crouched beside the pile of dry grass, looking down at her for a long time.
His mind churned like an overturned sea, and memories buried deep in his heart rose unbidden.
From the Servant Disciple courtyard in the Azure Cloud Mountains to the mountain path below Jade Maiden Peak, from the drinking table with Seven-Day Immortal to the silver-white longsword that had pierced his chest in Nine Yang Pavilion. He remembered her smiling at him with her hands on her slender waist, remembered her rescuing him from the fat Fairy Aunt below Jade Maiden Peak, remembered her laying the Green Edge Sword across his neck in that little Servant Disciple courtyard.
She was the first woman to enter his heart. Even though she had nearly buried him alive, he still remembered her, remembered her smiling face.
From beginning to end, neither of them had ever said they liked the other, but the love hidden deep in their hearts was the truest of all.
Lin Shisan reached out and gently tucked a stray lock from her forehead behind her ear, wiping the blood from her face.
His heart felt empty, painfully clogged. When his fingertips touched her skin, she was already cold through.
Only then did Lin Shisan realize that Mu Ling'er was not asleep. She was truly dead, and from now on, life and death would separate them.
"Senior Sister, I can only repay what I owe you in my next life."
Lin Shisan's nose stung, and tears streamed down his face.
"Shisan, if you want to cry, cry for a while. It's no crime for a man to cry."
"I'm fine. I'm fine..."
Lin Shisan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, withdrew his hand, and stood, turning toward Zi Yuner, who leaned