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

In my memory, Da'an, you are kind but not weak, upright but adaptable, always willing to lend a helping hand to the weak, and always able to handle things properly.

You have seen the ups and downs of life and become accustomed to the goodness and baseness of human nature, yet you have always stuck to your principles.

Walking down the street, you'll often be greeted by people from Qing'an County, who might offer you vegetables or meat.

It's not because of power, but simply because they have all received your favors.

You would curse and grumble all the while sending more money and valuables to Grandpa Lin of Lin'an Hall so that he could better treat the sick and save lives;

You might say things like, "What does this have to do with me?" while brandishing your sword and charging into the mountains where bandits roam, all so that more children can survive.

You will be angry because of the people who were brutally killed, and you will wield your sword for those who are still alive, even if these actions are not necessarily understood by others;

You would curse Master Zhuang to the point of being a treacherous villain, but you would also travel thousands of miles to rescue him from Qi'an City when he was about to die.

You will fiercely curse the royal family as useless and the gods as incompetent, but soon after, you will travel to the far east and drive the demon race out of our human territory.

……

My impression of Da'an is that you are always exceptionally contradictory, saying one thing but doing another.

Even though you understand everything and see things most clearly, you still get caught up in it and do one stupid thing after another.

But it is precisely this contradiction that makes me feel that Da'an, you are the best person in the world.

You taught me kindness, you taught me compassion, and you taught me how to become like you.

As I grow up, I've become more and more like you used to be.

When I was little, I felt that walking alone was too lonely, so I wanted to grow up quickly so that I could walk with you and make you less tired.

I want to do my best to turn everything you taught me into reality.

I used to naively believe that everything would continue along this trajectory.

Together we will create a paradise where more people can live in peace.

But reality is often disappointing.

Without realizing it, I vaguely noticed that Da'an, you seem to have changed.

It has become increasingly unfamiliar to me, and I have drifted further and further away from the person I once knew, embarking on a completely different path.

Some say this is an inevitable part of growing up, others say it's the worldly wisdom that comes with seeing through the ways of the world, and still others say that's just how the world is...

What they said all seemed to make sense; life is a constant process of change...

but……

Why does my heart ache so much when I see you like this?

My Da'an is clearly not like this.

He would stand up for beggars and speak out for the weak, rather than stand by and watch hundreds of millions of people die before his eyes, or even sit idly by and watch the masses perish for the sake of a scheme...

call--

Why is that?

Am I still not grown up, or has Da'an forgotten your original aspirations?

I have never found the answer to this question, or rather, I don't want to find the answer at all.

Stubborn Mu Ling'er only wants to return to you everything you once taught her, Da'an.

That's it.

But even though it was such a simple thing, I still didn't know how to do it, no matter how hard I tried and what methods I used.

I walked on a road shrouded in mist, and as I walked, I couldn't even remember turning around.

It wasn't until someone pointed it out to me that I suddenly realized that I seemed to have unknowingly gotten used to controlling you in this way, preventing you from freely doing what belongs to you.

Qingxi is right, I am really, really stupid.

My initial wish was simply for you to be well, to remember your original aspirations, and to make decisions according to your own will, instead of being pushed forward by that vague and illusory path, heading towards an unknown direction.

But without realizing it, this love and care have evolved into what they are now.

In the name of family, in the name of love, I will keep you firmly by my side.

I'm so sorry, so very sorry.

……

If I had another chance, I think I would definitely do things differently to prevent things from turning out this way.

But then I thought about it again and realized that even if I had another chance, I would probably still make a similar choice, and the outcome would still be the same.

Because I am your daughter, I have learned your stubbornness and persistence.

……

The smile on her face gradually faded, and when the contents of the letter were no longer playful but turned into the most sincere apology, Mu An lost her initial leisurely mood.

He looked at the letter in his hand, his mind filled with a multitude of thoughts.

In a daze, Mu An closed the letter, which was as thick as a book, and walked out of the study under the starlight.

The New Year's evening breeze was cold and desolate, carrying a chill that brushed against Mu An.

In a house not far away, the frail Yongning had fallen into a deep sleep. Yunwan, who had been taking care of her, had also exhausted all her energy and was now lying next to Yongning, struggling with sleepiness.

Xiao Yongning always sleeps restlessly at night and is often awakened by nightmares. Yun Wan is always ready to take care of Xiao Yongning when he wakes up.

In the center of the courtyard, perhaps sensing the complex emotions of its owner today, the golden osmanthus tree in the courtyard swayed gently, scattering a shower of petals throughout the courtyard.

Looking at the tall osmanthus tree in front of her and the empty courtyard, Mu An sighed and slowly walked to the two graves.

He bent down and, like an ordinary person, used a cloth to wipe the two tombs clean, bit by bit.

After doing all that, he sat down on the ground and started drinking from the wine jug.

"You guys are all incredibly cunning. Little Green, you're like this, and now Little Ling'er is even more cunning than before."

"She said I taught her, but I don't remember ever teaching her any of that. As for you two, I don't know what you taught her either..."

Mu An stood up, looked around, poured the wine from the gourd onto the ground, and murmured softly to the two tombs.

"This mansion is becoming increasingly deserted. Looking around, I can't find a single familiar face, and I don't even know whose home this is."

"You all say I've changed, you all say you hope I'll remember you forever, but if I really had changed, how could I have stayed in this cold and desolate mansion until now?"

The cool moonlight shone through the gaps in the branches and leaves onto Mu An. Amidst the falling petals, Mu An took out a folding fan from her bosom.

With a gentle wave of the folding fan, a beautiful scene unfolded in Mu An's eyes under the moonlight.

The two, one big and one small, snuggled together, looking up at the shooting star in the sky.

The moonlight, like water, illuminated the words beneath the shooting star.

"Da'an will always, always, always love Xiao Ling'er."

"call--"

"You cunning little girl!"