Unexpectedly, Xiao Ying, upon hearing these words, took his own life right in front of Su Ming'an, his blood flowing, staining the peach blossoms on the ground red.
Su Ming'an gazed at the corpse of the young man, sighing softly. He knew that Xiao Ying had no choice back then, but he could not forgive him, only conveying his indifference. It seemed that Xiao Ying, in his resoluteness, still could not accept this.
Xiao Ying was too extreme, too obsessive. When life and death become the least important things, one's actions become utterly absurd.
Su Ming'an stayed in the Peach Blossom Forest for five years, without waiting for Yuanyuan. Following the tides of the era, he distanced himself from the war-torn West Continent, sailing across the sea to the prosperous Ancient Eastern Country.
