Ye City, by the river bank.
Bai Yanliang leaned against the railing, quietly watching the river's surface.
The river was calm, like a clear mirror, reflecting the blue sky, white clouds, and tall buildings.
Looking closely, you could see the water by the river bank was exceptionally clear, even the fine sand and pebbles inside were distinctly visible.
A gentle breeze swept by, lightly tousling his hair, the hem of his clothing, and the tranquil water surface.
Qi Nian was dead.
Died in 2016.
Bai Yanliang longed to discard the emotion that troubled his heart, but that was precisely the evidence of his humanity.
People change.
And Fog Gathering compresses that process incredibly short.
Both emotions and experiences require time to settle.
For ordinary people, even a small matter of love can lead to a year and a half of desolation.
But not in Wuji; too many joys and sorrows come without goodbyes, too many lives and deaths have no time for mourning.
