Faceted Jade a.k.a Carven Jade [ENG Translation]

CHAPTER 77

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Qin Yan couldn't love him, and he shouldn't love Qin Yan either.
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"Why?" Lin Chen was somewhat puzzled. "Do you know her?"

Fu Yushu stiffened. After a moment, he pursed his lips, then replied, "Never mind, it's nothing."

With that, he reluctantly smiled at the three and simply said, "We're all tired tonight, so let's get some rest first. Tomorrow, we'll go and find the indigenous emperor of this Kingdom of Le and address the aftermath."

The three agreed, and each found a room to sleep in the quaint courtyard. With only three rooms available, Fu Changling and Qin Yan shared one, Yue Sinan and Lin Chen shared another, and Fu Yushu had a room all to himself.

Fu Changling prepared the bed for Qin Yan, and as he occupied himself, Qin Yan observed him. Breaking the long silence, Qin Yan suddenly asked, "How does it feel to meet them?"

"What question is Shīxiōng posing?" Fu Changling didn't turn around, and his tone carried a sense of bewilderment. Qin Yan pursed his lips before responding, "Your parents."

Fu Changling paused for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle. "It's not that big of a deal, I guess. After all... it's been years."

Had he been his younger self, revisiting Lin Chen's memories might have sparked numerous questions. However, with the passage of time, all he could muster upon revisiting her memories was a flood of emotions.

However, Qin Yan appeared quite unconvinced. He stood still, his gaze fixed on Fu Changling, who was aware of the scrutiny from behind and couldn't help but laugh. A touch of warmth crept into his heart, mixed with a sense of calmness, as he maintained a steady tone and replied, "In fact, Shīxiōng really doesn't need to worry about me."

While sorting out his things, he added, "You see, I've lived most of my life, so such a thing doesn't really bother me. Shīxiōng..." Fu Changling said, straightening up and turning to Qin Yan, "I've endured far worse than this, and sorrow is nothing when you've been through a great deal of it."

Just looking at Fu Changling, Qin Yan said nothing.

A familiar smile adorned Fu Changling's face, one that Qin Yan had witnessed countless times before.

Recollections surfaced; in his previous life, he had actually gone to see Fu Changling once in a while.

Of course, Fu Changling wouldn't be made aware of such a thing. During that time, Qin Yan went over and just observed him from afar.

Despite the destruction of the Fu Clan at the onset of the war between the Immortals and the Demons, Fu Changling still had many old friends. Whenever Fu Changling walked down with those young folks who frequently went to buy wine, Qin Yan would usually stand at a distance, watching. With his resonant voice, Fu Changling used to attract attention to himself everywhere he went. Every time Qin Yan peered over, he would always be able to spot Fu Changling right away without having to look too hard.

The exuberant youngster was reveling in wine unrestrained.

Qin Yan remembered frequent moments of sitting alone on a far-off hillside, gazing at Fu Changling amidst the throng, and whatever he was grappling with, it was as if this provided him with a kind of solace and gradually brought him peace.

Restoring his sense of self and purpose.

Later on, the number of people around Fu Changling slowly dwindled, and not every youngster had the chance to survive the battlefield. As Fu Changling descended the mountain again and again, his smile persisted, but gradually, having lost those with whom he gleefully sang and enjoyed wine, that smile was no longer visible in his eyes either.