Wang Anfeng covered his face with both hands, breathing heavily, his body trembling slightly.
As the legitimate heir of Jiang Shouyi, he was in the best position to save Jiang Shouyi.
That was his teacher, who, when Anfeng knew nothing at the age of thirteen, taught him how to be a man, imparted simple truths, taught him to play the zither, and told him that Wang Anfeng didn't need to learn to be like others; he just needed to be Wang Anfeng.
Yet he alone, he alone most couldn't save Jiang Shouyi.
That would be the greatest betrayal to the teacher as an inheritor.
Wang Anfeng's eyes reddened.
He remembered the scholar smiling gently under the tree that day in Great Liang Village:
"I, Jiang Shouyi."
He slowly lowered his wet palm, looked at the plum blossom tree, and said:
"It turns out the teacher is also a ruthless person."
His voice lowered, softly saying:
"Truly ruthless..."
"Madam, will these plum trees bloom again next year?"
