She is not afraid of waiting endlessly, nor of facing the Yellow Springs, but only fears that the fleeting moments of youth may lead to losing the entirety of this life.
"I'm sorry." As if time and space had paused for a moment, Yin Baishuang suddenly spoke softly.
Baili An was stunned for a moment, seemingly understanding her meaning, and with a bitter smile, said: "I'm the one who should say sorry, for making you wait for me for two hundred years for nothing."
Yin Baishuang's fingers resting on his waist trembled slightly, her forehead pressed against his back, her eyes slightly red: "If I hadn't gone to Nanze Mountain and said those words to you back then, you wouldn't have..."
"Xiaoshuang." Baili An gently and tenderly interrupted her, seriously saying: "This is not your fault; all of this stems from my cowardice and inadequacy."
