It was a paradox, of sorts.
He liked Teacher Meng. She was his "white moonlight"—an idealized, unattainable love that made him feel inadequate.
And so, he could never have her.
Yet now, his carefree, unconcerned attitude was what attracted his "white moonlight."
The problem was, once you became too reckless, too used to not caring about anything, even the moonlight would be veiled in dust, losing its pristine clarity.
—May you journey for half a lifetime and return, still a youth at heart.
It sounded poetic and romantic, simple enough in theory.
But anyone who had truly "journeyed" knew the truth: the youth would only die on a road filled with thorns and enemies. Only a battle-scarred warrior could complete the journey.
"WOOF!"
"WOOF WOOF!"
The Five-Red Dog, Ergou, was lying at Lin Chu's feet. When he saw an old man walking toward them, he immediately stood up and barked, wary.
The sound broke Lin Chu out of his thoughts.
