Fu Zhen's voice was not loud, yet it buzzed and lingered in the ears.
Yang Yi held the railing with both hands, standing silently for a long time. He said, "Do you think I'm being too stubborn?"
Fu Zhen paused for a moment: "I believe having a good memory is not a bad thing. The more people care about something, the more it shows its importance. If one could let go so easily, perhaps it wasn't important after all."
Yang Yi looked up at the moonlit sky: "Actually, I understand what you said. Over these past days, I have thought about taking on some responsibilities. However, I still can't persuade myself."
"Brother Yang..."
"Things might be more complicated than you all know."
Fu Zhen's heart tightened: "Please tell me more!"
"When I left Huzhou back then, I only thought about staying as far away from him as possible. Just at that time, there was the Righteous Army in the northwest, so I decided to go see.
