Murong Qiushui wanted to cheer him up, forced a smile, and pointed into the distance, saying: "Li Nu'er, look..."
She turned her head, then froze.
The bustling mortal world of Jiangnan, the lively red dust, that young man wore a blue robe with dark patterns, sleeves rolled, standing there, white hair at his temples falling, yet the whole person exuded a great sense of estrangement and loneliness.
"Auntie."
Li Guanyi held Murong Qiushui's arm, he looked at Murong Qiushui, and finally chose not to mention Grandpa's departure, nor any other matters, he only whispered:
"Please don't leave..."
Murong Qiushui nodded.
Li Guanyi felt despicable.
He was using Auntie's sadness, using Auntie's feelings, to bind her, then, with such 'despicable' means, to help Auntie emerge from her grief, yet he still did it, gently and despicably.
In this vast world, his blood relatives, only Auntie remains.
