The same conversation, happening for the second time, still left Bian Lingyu unable to calm down.
But this time, his mind wasn't a complete blank like it was on that desolate mountain. He waited for Shi Luoyi to finish her sentence. Is it for her father, Shi Huan, this time? Or for the Perpetual Bliss Mountain?
In any case, he was already in this state, and Zhu Yan's emergence was imminent. His body was ravaged by illness, leaving only a fragile shell and what little time remained. Whatever he could give, he had already given to her ten years ago. He couldn't think of anything else Shi Luoyi might need him to do for her.