The memories continue to replay.
But at this moment, in those memories, there is no trace left of Bai Shuang.
The memories of Bai Shuang are forever frozen on that day, at that moment.
They have become an inconspicuous pebble submerged in the riverbed of the winding River of Time.
Only Yi Fan is left alone.
"I heard about Bai Shuang's situation," Li Shutong and Yi Fan walked one after another on the deserted long street.
Like two solitary old men.
The teacher and student both had similar experiences, allowing them to empathize with each other more deeply.
"Thank you, teacher." Yi Fan looked up at the elderly man walking ahead of him. His temples seemed much grayer than before.
"Despite Great Xia facing so many crises, you still took the time to come and see me."
"I'm managing, the work in the Eighth War Zone continues..."
Upon hearing this, Li Shutong shook his head.
"There's no need to lie to me. Although we live in a world full of lies, not all lies are necessary."
