Entwined with vines, the walls and eaves of Long Xianxiong's old residence spoke mutely of the splendor and sorrow the estate had once endured.
Standing quietly in the center of the courtyard, Hu Yuan looked down at the bluestone bricks, mottled and eroded by time, every fissure resembling a silent cry. He raised his gaze to the swaying vines on the wall, and an ineffable grief surged through his heart.
Flashes of Second Senior Sister Sui Han's two sacrifices played relentlessly in his mind, burning into his consciousness and scorching his soul like searing irons.
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