At this moment, the passageway was very quiet, very quiet, with only Daoyan's soft murmur remaining as he recalled the past, then slowly narrated it.
Despite maintaining his composure throughout the process, no one knew the tumult and pain within his heart.
In truth, he didn't wish to remember these things, but since Chen Pingping wanted to know, he had no choice but to tell.
Because Chen Pingping was the person Wen Yuqing could not let go of.
He knew what that meant.
"She was naive and innocent, her heart pure and unblemished, as if in her world, there was only ever joy; she had no worries...
"I was a disciple of the Taoist Sect, and I met her at a gathering. There, she clamored to learn Taoist Skills, and as the youngest genius of the Taoist Sect, I naturally became her teacher—the kind that was both mentor and friend.
"Later, we became friends who could talk about anything.
