Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

He smiled, his aged face full of wrinkles.

"I'm getting old, and my memory isn't what it used to be. I don't remember much about what happened back then, junior brother."

Standing behind the wheelchair, Fu Ximeng stiffened slightly, then laughed again.

"That's true. I'm seventy years old this year. In most families, I'd be a great-grandmother!"

While joking around, Fu Ximeng lowered her gaze slightly and looked at Lin Zhimin's chest.

She sniffed the faint fragrance in the air, her eyes dimming slightly for a moment before returning to a smile when Lin Zhimin looked at her.

"Look at my old habit, it's been decades, I still love the smell of flowers."

"Everyone needs something they enjoy in life. Seeing my senior sister still the same as before makes me truly happy."

After saying that, they both fell silent.

Lin Zhimin sat in his wheelchair, watching the falling flowers swirl in the mountain breeze. Fu Ximeng stood behind him, tilting her head back, seemingly lost in thought.

The conversation went on for so long that even the usually sharp-tongued Medicine King Gu Gu Zhu didn't know how to start the conversation.

Looking at the elderly man in the wheelchair, nearing the end of his life, she felt a complex mix of emotions.

Her impression of her junior brother remained from that last afternoon, from the boy who saved her life with tears in his eyes.

She pleaded, prayed, and made various efforts, but in the end, she still chose to compromise.

Her junior brother might be the same.

The difference is that she compromised with the responsibilities she bore, while her junior brother compromised with his ideals.

More than forty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Who exactly is this old man in front of us?

A mountain breeze swept across the hillside, blowing colorful fallen petals onto their shoulders.

An old and hoarse voice rang in Fu Ximeng's ears.

"Have you been happy all these years, senior sister?"

The hand holding the petals paused in mid-air, followed by a soft sigh and a gentle voice.

"Both of the little ones are very naughty and are always causing me trouble. I can't be too fierce, which is a bit of a headache."

"Since you like them so much, they must be two very cute kids."

"It's alright, we can still get by."

The old man in the wheelchair nodded, sat up straight, and looked at the setting sun in the distance.

"That's good, that's good..."

As the sun set, the mountain breeze picked up, blowing fallen petals into the air, where they fluttered and danced among the trees.

As the mountain breeze blew, Fuyumu suddenly asked a question.

"Whose heart did I receive?"

Lin Zhimin lowered his head and remained silent for a long while before slowly speaking.

"That child worked very hard and became a very good person. It's good that he doesn't know about this. If you happen to encounter this, please don't cause him any more trouble."

"That boy named Zhuang Sheng?"

"My senior sister has a special constitution, and her illness is more troublesome than that of ordinary people. The child's mother happens to be very clever and perceptive."

Fu Ximeng's expression changed several times before she finally sighed.

"I'm afraid I'll never be able to pay off this debt in my lifetime."

"If you happen to meet him, please do him a favor. Compared to that child, I would much rather you live a long life."

Neither of them spoke again. After a long while, the full sun in the sky completely set, and a crescent moon quietly rose above the treetops.

Fu Ximeng leaned against a peach tree, looking up at the darkening sky.

"The Dream Flower is colorless and odorless to ordinary people, but only children and the elderly can smell its faint fragrance."

"But if you smell it for too long, you'll become intoxicated by it and die in endless sleep. My junior brother and I had the same thought."

Her voice was hoarse as she spoke, taking a sachet from her bosom.

"When did you find out I was here, junior brother?"

The person in the wheelchair smiled, as if lost in fond memories.

"Senior sister used to have trouble sleeping. She always carried a sachet made of Dream God Flower with her to calm her nerves. Dream God Flower can only be grown in Medicine King Valley. When I smelled the scent of Dream God Flower this morning, I knew it was Senior Sister who had come."

"How much longer?"

"If Mu boy doesn't intervene, it will take at most half an hour. The poison of the Dream Flower has already penetrated deep into the internal organs, and normally it's beyond saving."

As he spoke, Lin Zhimin turned his gaze to the peach trees in the distance.

Mu stood there quietly, without uttering a word.

Seeing Lin Zhimin's gaze fall upon him, he spat on the ground and turned to walk down the mountain.

"I've always felt that the next few hundred years would belong to him, but it's a pity that his personality wasn't what I expected him to be like."

"That's just how things are in this world. No one will do things exactly as we wish, not even our own flesh and blood, let alone someone we meet later."

Hearing Fu Ximeng's words, Lin Zhimin nodded slightly. He stood up with difficulty and leaned against the tree like Fu Ximeng, looking at the starry sky that was gradually brightening above them with her.

"I would like to answer the question my senior sister asked me back then."

"What's the problem?"

"The question of whether my dream or my senior sister is more important."

Fu Ximeng, who was fiddling with the soil, suddenly raised her head, then lowered it again in the next instant.

"Oh? Is that so? That's been so long, I can't even remember it anymore?"

Lin Zhimin smiled and spoke as he smiled.

"Yes, it's been far too long."

"And the answer?"

"Just like back then, dreams are important."

The sound paused for a moment, then rang out again.

"But if I could turn back time, I think I would give a different answer."

Fu Ximeng was stunned for a moment. She turned her head to look at Lin Zhimin, whose breath was getting weaker and weaker, and then chuckled softly after a while.

"Junior brother is cunning, but if you ask me, he only ever has dreams in his eyes..."

As she smiled, her eyes reddened slightly. Her voice remained gentle, but carried a barely perceptible tremor.

Lin Zhimin's aura weakened further; he leaned against the peach tree, his eyes beginning to glaze over.

"Senior sister, could you tell me about what has happened over the years?"

"Okay, but let's start from when we were kids."

……

"If ideals are so important, why save me back then... If you wanted to be a saint, why have such selfish motives... In the end, you gained nothing and were tormented by regret for the rest of your life..."

As she spoke, tears streamed down Fu Ximeng's face, wetting her clothes and the flower petals at her feet.

She turned her head and saw that the person beside her was silent, only the faint smile on his lips was enough to prove it.

This last dream should be a delightful and beautiful one.

She held the person in her arms, carefully looking at the unfamiliar yet familiar face, feeling the temperature gradually dropping.

She lowered her head slightly, placed a kiss on the old man's lips, and finally stood up and hugged him.

"Junior brother, look, the peach blossoms on the mountain are in full bloom, just like they were back then."

"only……"

"You're over forty years late, and I, your senior brother, don't even like you anymore..."

The starlight was like water, and the bright moon shone, illuminating the mountain path in the night.

A mountain breeze began to rise, stirring up the fallen flowers scattered on the ground.

A woman in her early twenties carried an elderly man, whose body was growing cold, step by step, down the mountain.