Streams of light flutter like butterflies, dissipating in the Fallen Shadow Nether Realm.
Louis watches the couple quietly looking at Qian, their bodies eventually vanishing into the air.
Until both disappear completely, Qian crouches on the ground, bowing her head to hide her expression.
Louis remains silent.
He stands quietly beside her, looking at the Healing Blade that returns to his hand, not speaking for a long time.
Finally, he sighs softly:
"Emperor, oh emperor..."
He notices more details.
For example, why Qian's mother couldn't make candied yams well.
—Because Rogen was always the one boiling the syrup nearby, while his wife fried the yams.
He also notices the timing of Qian's mother's return.
—Last year she wandered on Central Avenue, synchronized with the time when Rogen couldn't let go.
The scene of their dance was beautiful, but too painful.
One died before the sleep festival they couldn't attend again.
