Gu Qing left the royal palace and returned to the Jing House.
The begonia tree was not there anymore, and nobody dared plant any other tree in its place. As such, the courtyard was rather empty and looked like a pond of water when the starlight shone on it.
He walked into the study room and looked at his Master on the bed, feeling heavy in his heart.
Jing Jiu's eyes were shut tight, his eyelids unwavering, but his skin still looked as smooth as jade, and his eyes and brows looked like a figure in the painting. He didn't look different from one hundred years ago, and still was the same fairy man who had drawn admiration from all the people.
He was like a lotus flower sleeping at night and waiting to be awakened by the morning sunlight.
However, Lian Sanyue had left the world one hundred years ago; where in the world could he find such morning sunlight now?