Ye Xuan felt a bit tired and leaned back, closing his eyes to rest at the edge of the cliff.
The mountain breeze brushed by, carrying the scent of green grass.
Ye Xuan seemed to return to his childhood in Wan'an City, with his sister Ye Ling'er, cousin Ye Hao, and cousin Ye Yuxuan, climbing the not-so-tall mountain in Wan'an City. Ignoring their grandfather's scolding, they insisted on rushing to the cliff edge and shouting down.
The most beautiful things in the world are always those times that can't be returned to.
Short-lived.
But never forgotten.
Just like many in the mortal world lament when drunk.
Perhaps that's what youth is.
Ye Xuan's youth was shorter than most people's.
It was over before it even started.
By the age of eleven, he was already beyond his control and suffered greatly.
"You really enjoy reminiscing about the past."
A gentle voice echoed in his heart.
It was Bai Ze.
