Truly, it was a mix of sorrow and joy. He did not know whether this was heaven’s mercy or cruelty, as it allowed for a reunion with an old friend, yet made them brush past each other for eighty years; even though they were reunited, there was so much entanglement that they couldn’t acknowledge each other! Upon reuniting, he learned that his junior brother was still alive, but he was old and frail. He had to take care of his junior brother’s health, yet also wished to leave no regrets. At first, he did not feel it, but gradually, life showed him the traces of time, making his heart heavy with sorrow. Until this moment, Qi Shejiang finally broke down under such impact and cried out loud. Indeed, he had developed a growing familiarity and affection for Xia Yiwei, Qi Guangling, and the friends and family here, as he gradually found the memories of this world. But if he had always belonged here, integrated with this body, then why would he need to walk through a century past? Was it just to make him unaware of where his dream lay before him? Zhang Yue felt extremely uncomfortable, squatting down to embrace Qi Shejiang, pushing his hands away, and kissing away the tears on his face. This was completely an impulsive action; Qi Shejiang’s crying pained his heart, but he did not know what else to do.
In a rush of blood, he kissed him. The way he cradled Qi Shejiang’s face was gentle, as if holding fragile porcelain, and kissing him even carried a sense of seriousness. Qi Shejiang did not resist, merely allowing him to kiss his cheek. Qi Shejiang did not close his eyes either; being so close, Zhang Yue could see the slightly sunken eye sockets, the red-rimmed eyes, and the long eyelashes dampened by tears, trembling slightly, as if unable to bear any more sorrow. He looked fixedly at Zhang Yue, choking out, “I feel so bad.” Unaware of where his dream lay before him, not knowing where he was in the dream…
