Qingyu's gaze dimmed, but Su Liujin continued to speak:
"But if one day, I get tired, can I come back to your place, sit for a while, and have a cup of milk?"
Qingyu clutched the silk handkerchief tightly, smiled, and nodded: "Yes. No matter when Brother Liu comes, I'll always be in Chengfu Town. I'll hang a copper wind chime under the eaves; follow the sound, and you'll find it. My milk cake is very good, don't forget to come back and try it."
...
Like a person walking at night, not yet seeing the moon.
Suddenly encountering the moon, seeing its light, yet unaware that it is the moon.
...
Su Liujin walked deeper and deeper.
This mortal world, he became ever more familiar with it, but the question of destruction still remained unanswered.
Because he had witnessed much that moved him, but also seen too much ugliness.
