C378 On the Eve of the South Road Conference

Ling Xiaoxiao stood inside the door, looking at me with a complicated expression.

I didn't do anything, but asked myself from the bottom of my heart, are we really going to end this way?

The scar had indeed remained in my heart, a wound that would never be healed.

The question was, was this scar important?

It was important, and I cared, but after so long