The Little Qilin blinked and asked, "What is it?"
Jiang Fan patted the grave beside him, his eyes revealing a trace of complexity.
"I was once sad for Ling Shu, overwhelmed by sorrow and regret."
"But, was it because of the deep affection between Ling Shu and me?"
"It was not."
"At that time, our feelings were far from reaching such heart-wrenching depths."
"And the reason I was sad..."
Jiang Fan glanced down at the Nascent Soul within his dantian, feeling the faint pain emanating from it.
His eyes held a deep understanding.
"It was because I couldn't accept the passing of those around me."
"I was afraid of leaving behind eternal regrets."
"The effort to marry Xu Youran, the risking my body to test poison for Fairy Yun Shang, the desperate battles in the Nine-Sect Land against the Demon Race, were all to avoid leaving regrets in life."
"I don't have the great heart like a saint, to protect everything."
