Ju Nanyi slowly withdrew from the shock in his heart, bit by bit, exiting his own thoughts to return to the present reality, analyzing the differences between this lifetime and the one in his memories. Even if it was destined to be so, did they—those caught in the vortex of fate—have any other choice?
"So, Master Huo Yi just let it happen, let everyone perish, rendering all efforts futile?" Ju Nanyi spoke slowly. After all, they had very few choices to begin with.
If he could choose, he wished he had met Zheng Nianru earlier, before everything was set in stone, before Zheng Nianru had met Zheng Congyuan. He would take her out of the palace and away from all those chaotic thoughts and events.
But, he also had no choice in the matter.
Master Huo Yi gave a bitter smile, looking at Ju Nanyi. Having lived for so long, he was very clear about what Ju Nanyi was thinking at this moment—his youthful vigor, his unwillingness to submit.
