Black Night, the dim yellow lights also carried a hazy clarity.
At least in memory, this moment was clearly blurred.
Shen Yue did not speak, and Xiaoming did not ask questions—a Spiritual Master who had overseen too many last memories must have seen this scene many times.
At the moment of passing away, remembering the good times of the past, regretting why one did not fulfill them?
Was it for lack of time?
Or was it for lack of courage?
Or perhaps it was because one gradually forgot amidst chaos?
After a while, Tian Ni'er turned and left, Fang Chuyi still did not look up, but his gaze no longer lingered on the cup on the table, focusing instead on Tian Ni'er's heel.
Tian Ni'er was wearing a pair of embroidered shoes, somewhat worn and showing signs of tearing.
The two did not exchange any words, as if they did not know each other.
They were essentially strangers, connected only by a lingering glance in a crowd.