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Zong Yue's voice had quietened considerably, as if speaking to this point was the most painful of all, to the point where he had become numb and unable to feel anymore.

”That night, the green-robed man wanted to rape her, and she probably expected it, so she kept a knife beside her pillow. There was probably a struggle, and in the struggle, although she had managed to kill the other party, the inner energy controlling her anger suddenly went out of control. After that, the rocking sound from the bamboo bed was due to the extreme pain when she went into psychosis before she died.”

”When she died, her body was curled up, one hand grabbing her chest, the other reaching out as if yearning for something…”

Meng Fuyao bit her lip. 'What a cruel way to die…'

In the small inn, with all lights extinguished, one struggled alone in the darkness as she fought the final battle of her life, the other enraged due to a misunderstanding, eventually not making the crucial step to save her.

When she died, she did not know that the person she was calling for was just next door; when she died, he did not know that she had never betrayed him.

Was the hand that reached out during the last moment of Nie Ru Han's life an illusion that she conjured with her final breath, having mistaken the hard wall for the chest of the man she loved?

Yet she would never know his true feelings behind the wall.

So close, yet so far.

And Zong Yue was not speaking anymore.

But Meng Fuyao had already understood everything he said.

The reason behind his haste was but an attempt to relieve the unrelievable burden in his heart.

That year, if he had helped Ru Han raise her skill level, she would not have approached quack doctors in desperation and built up inner energy the wrong way, resulting in her being prone to psychosis and her death at the inn.

That chance meeting at the inn, if he had treated her once he saw that she was not well, things would not have turned out this way either.

These two mistakes had taken away all the happiness in his life, resulting in his haste in trying to help Meng Fuyao raise her spiritual level. He was afraid that if she encountered any danger, just like Ru Han, she might hurt herself because she did not have enough power.

The reason why he was so dedicated to helping Meng Fuyao control her wounds, treating her immediately when any problem popped up before her body had any chance to even recover by itself, was because he was afraid that Meng Fuyao would be like Ru Han, and he would miss the opportunity to save her and lose her life.

A large part of how Zong Yue gained the title of 'Holy Doctor' was due to the speed of his treatment; once he accepted a patient, he would go all out and work day and night to treat the patient in the fastest time possible. Meng Fuyao had thought that this was just his personality, but now she knew that the reason for his haste was an irreversible mistake.

The nightmares of his past that he could never escape!

Meng Fuyao sighed, the breeze carrying her sigh into the night. However, Zong Yue took back the ocarina in her palm and rubbed it tenderly before bringing it to his lips. A stream of music drifted from his lips, carrying the pain and sadness of the past, as well as a hint of longing that could never be extinguished. It was the melody of a girl dancing among the falling autumn leaves, treading lightly on the maple leaves without breaking any of them. The years continued to go by, and the fallen leaves could never return to its branch, yet its memory remained ever so warmly.

A song of ”The Sorrow of Loss”.

Humans are always suffering from the sorrow of loss, yet refuse to reconcile.

Standing atop the pavilion, in the night breeze, under the moonlight, he slowly began to blow his ancient ocarina.

The young girl decked in elegant robes, her eyes bright and sharp, bent down to scold him, ”You're such a scrawny and useless chicken, you won't be able to protect me at all!” The young girl stuck her nose in the air with a childish temper. Only that many years later, what she said would actually come true.

And that year on Xuanyuan Mountain, vibrant and full of life, the young woman leaped across tree after tree as he raised his head to gaze at the greenery above him, catching a glimpse of her lowered eyelids—luminous as snow, like a snowflake that had fallen on her eye.