Bab 238: Bamboo

Han Li and Ruo moved into a bamboo forest. Using strength that he had cultivated through wars and bloodshed, he built a simple bamboo hut and, along with the sorrowful Ruo, who had just lost her mother-in-law, settled in.

Unlike Ruo, Han Li knew this was just an illusion and not real life. He knew his mother hadn't died. He knew nothing was real. Even this version of Ruo, who seemed life-like to the touch, was not real.

Yes, Ruo's touches, her caresses, her sobbing heart. Everything was what it would have been like if he had moved out of that sect after his mother died. She was alive, living a great life even through her sorrows.

But in his past life, Han Li hadn't moved out of the sect. He hadn't paid much heed to what he had. When he lost his mother, he had believed he had lost everything. He was the most narrow-minded, selfish prick.

When, in fact, he still had Ruo. He had still had this gentle soul of a woman who only had him in return.