"Over the years, I've worn suits, formal wear, casual clothes..."
"But this one alone..."
"Feels closest to my heart."
Sun Wen murmured softly, looking at the bold, flowing characters written on the shirt, and smiled knowingly.
"It still feels like... something's missing..."
Facing the mirror, Sun Wen kept studying himself thoughtfully. He took the shirt off, laid it carefully on the table, then picked up a pen and earnestly wrote a line across the back.
"Don't laugh at a young man's..."
"Jianghu dream."
In truth, aside from his signature, Sun Wen's handwriting wasn't particularly good.
Even these seven characters, judged from a calligrapher's perspective, were about as good as a pile of dog shit.
Yet these were the most carefully written characters of Sun Wen's life.
Or rather, he had poured all his lifelong ideals and emotions into them.
Don't laugh at a young man's Jianghu dream,
He, too, dreamed of roaming the world with a sword!
Perhaps, just as Sun Wen had said, he truly didn't like money. If he could, he really would rather exchange it for the most ordinary sword imaginable.
Life always held many regrets.
But every kind of regret...
Still left behind a view uniquely its own.
"At least at this moment, this Young Master dares to say that, for this one minute, I'm the peerless heavenly pride... of the Human Race's fifth generation..."
With that quiet murmur, Sun Wen put the class uniform back on, carefully smoothing out every crease.
He styled his hair and shaved...
An hour later, when Sun Wen stood at the Gold Ingot Group's headquarters, he looked completely refreshed.
Only his class uniform seemed out of place among everyone else's clothes.
"The press conference venue is ready. All the media reporters will be here within twenty minutes."
"The press conference