Qingshui Bay Market.
In Lu Lao's residence, Li Yifan brought the Li Family, Shen Fan and Wei Yingying as well as their children, all gathered in a large group.
Amidst the howling wind and snow, Lu Qingqing's weak laughter echoed from the bamboo house.
"Little Junior Sister."
Looking at the gray-haired Lu Qingqing, her face etched with the traces of time, Lin Chang'an's eyes revealed complex emotions.
He was happy for his old friend having no regrets in life, yet also saddened by the merciless passage of time.
"Brother Lin, I know my own condition. If it weren't for your return this time, I might have already gone ahead."
Lu Qingqing's hoarse laughter carried no regret on her cheeks.
And Lin Chang'an sighed deeply. Little Junior Sister's vitality was exhausted, her essence nearly depleted, her end was nearing.
"Brother Lin, your journey is still long, and you have to walk it alone."
