Watching Luo Chen's nostalgia for the past and his enthusiasm for the future, Qin Liangchen feels happiness for him and bitterness for himself.
The world changes over time. White clouds float and dogs age.
He didn't interrupt Luo Chen's flow of talk.
He knew Luo Chen had experienced a lot in the past year, especially in the past two days.
The repression of facing life and death, the excitement of re-establishing the Luo Tian Creed.
He realized that Luo Chen needed an outlet.
Such a shame his mood wasn't that great, else he could have joined in the conversation.
But let it be, listening to him speak a little more, drinking a little more wine might help him sleep better back home.
As for the future?
Why worry so much? At worst, he still has a son with a promising future ahead. It's worth looking forward to.
"To be honest, I didn't feel much relief when I killed Gao Tingyuan."