After bidding farewell to Ruolan, he set out on the road back home.
The ten-mile journey felt more like a brief step to him, yet he seemed to savor the long-lost feeling of returning home, walking through once-familiar streets, buying some snacks that tasted like home, munching as he walked.
Up ahead was Tashan Lake, where the lake continued to shimmer with green ripples, the little cottages by the lake now overgrown with weeds.
Catherine won't be coming back, at least not for now.
Perhaps she never will.
Bits and pieces of life left a mark in the hearts of cultivators, while some inevitably faded away with time...
Old Tashan Village remained quietly asleep.
Lin Xiaosu arrived soundlessly at his own courtyard without alerting anyone.
In the yard, two women were hanging clothes to dry; Lin Xiaosu paused slightly.
One of them was little Ye, and the other one...
Was none other than a woman he had seen in a photo on his phone.
His brother's fiancée, named Zhang Yao.
