Looking at Qin Suxin, who stood before him without a word and wept silently, Ye Wushuang felt a profound sense of guilt.
Ye Wushuang did not harbor that melancholy feeling of the world changing and people growing old. After all, from his perspective, he had only recently reunited with his family after a separation of just over a month.
Yet that month and a bit for him translated to a solid eight hundred and twenty-some years in the eyes of his family—years every minute and second of which they had to live through personally.
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