"I've always detested the conflicts of Jianghu. Sometimes I think, to retreat to a secluded Taoyuan with the woman I love, to watch her every day, chatting about little things, just like the sun always rises—undoubtedly, that would be wonderful, and the truest form of happiness."
"Even if the days are plain, even if they are tedious, as long as we're together, it's inherently good."
"Perhaps, the two of us are like two crops in a field, standing side by side, weathering storms and basking in the rain, guarding our little lives, calm and unremarkable—that's the happiness I desire..."
When Jiang Shouzhong spoke these words, they came from the depths of his heart.
Not only for Xiao Lingqiu but for Hong'er, Qingchen, Xia He—they were his heartfelt thoughts for all of them.
Being with the person you love is truly enough.
What is the need for being the best under heaven, ruling over a nation, or ascending as an Immortal? All of it feels meaningless.
