บท 823: The Great Object Between Life and Death

Every death in the world is a reunion after a long separation.

This statement was somewhat obscure and very artistic. Unlike the spring breeze at this time, it was more like the spring breeze with sand and loess that would stir in Chang'an for a few days in the deep spring.

Ning Que thought about it for a long while, but did not understand what it meant. He did not even have a single idea what it might mean, and as such, felt even more woeful.

What he was more aniouxs about was that he could not leave Chang'an, and this city was his city of woe. He was trapped in the city of woe, which was why he sat high up on the city wall every day in a daze.

There was a soft clanging of jade accessories. The Empress had arrived and walked up to him. She rubbed his head softly and said with pity, "Have you not figured out what that statement meant?"