Zhou Yan did not turn back, but he knew that Jiang Yuning was still watching him, and Jiang Ping'er was still watching him, both with tears in their eyes.
One kind, tears of sorrow, worry, and pain.
The other kind, tears of confusion, reluctance, and sadness.
One type of tears belongs to Jiang Yuning.
The other type of tears belongs to Jiang Ping'er.
"The Heartless Sword Dao will eventually die, and the Affectionate Sword Dao will eventually be heartless. Zhou Yan, husband, can you really let go of this emotion? Every effort you've made, all the hope you have lived out, most of it is based on this emotion. Can you really let go?"
Jiang Yuning suddenly said softly.
Zhou Yan's steps faltered slightly, but he continued forward without looking back.
"You can let go, but what about the child? What about your daughter? And... your son? Isn't everything you've done for your son? What hope do you have for the Human Clan?"
Jiang Yuning spoke again.
"Son?"
