A nameless wildflower falls into his line of sight. The wind persists, colliding with his ears. Chen Yi has already pinched the flower between his fingers, watching it, as many lingering echoes fade away.
It feels like a vast cloud passing across the sky, and his heart abruptly settles into calm.
He touched his neck, as though he could still feel the stream of wind—like the wind of a sword—shattering countless stray thoughts in his heart.
Through the sword, one transmits the heart.
She wasn't telling Chen Yi whether chivalry was truly about honor or disgrace, nor was she arguing about whether chivalry was hypocritical. Instead, she was telling Chen Yi: Follow what your heart desires, why let these people weigh you down with repression and conflict?
This was Min Ning's intent; it was her way.
Chen Yi murmured, "So that's it."
Min Ning looked up and asked, "So what? What did you understand?"
