"What I have to do means mountains of blades and seas of fire, life and death at every step. If you and I stayed together, could we stay safe forever, never getting hurt? If we were hurt, wouldn't we have to look after each other? A man and a woman alone, looking after each other, back and forth... heh..."
"Given the kind of person I am, and your disposition, whichever of us was injured or in danger, the other would inevitably risk everything to save them... after that, everything would follow naturally, falling into place... perhaps that was what she wanted to see, but it is certainly not what I want..."
"So, there's no need!"
"You have your own life, and I have things I must accomplish."
Qin Fangyang turned to face the gravestone and said softly, "Please stop making arrangements for me, all right?"
He Yuanyue was still smiling on the gravestone, her affection deep and lingering.
Qin Fangyang turned and left, his robes fluttering. In the blink of an eye, he was dozens of meters away.
Zuo Xiaoduo, Li Chenglong, and the others called out together, "Teacher Qin."
Without looking back, Qin Fangyang waved a hand behind him. His figure flickered a few times, then vanished without a trace.
He had not said a single word.
The next day came-the seventh day after her death.
The number of people coming to pay their respects suddenly increased.
Everyone was busy all day.
That evening.
Qin Fangyang appeared on time, still dressed entirely in black. His movements were brisk; his injuries had clearly improved considerably.
He sat quietly in a secluded spot and closed his eyes, neither speaking nor moving, paying no attention to anyone.
Even when Zuo Xiaoduo approached and said a few words, Qin Fangyang still ignored