The World of the Five Continents.
A man walked along the road.
It was early morning. The sun had yet to rise and the sky had only just begun to light up. The expansive wilderness stretched as far as the eye could see. The air was fresh and moist, which was refreshing. His footsteps were particularly swift and light, but he would leave behind a deep footprint with each step, filled with courage and confidence. He allowed the dew to moisten his clothes. His expression was as relaxed as if he was walking through his own courtyard.
This was his world. His name was Li Qingshan.
After visiting the island where the flowers bloomed, the fragrance continued to linger by his nose. There was nothing more relaxing than the gentle touch of a beautiful woman, let alone the gentle touch of a striking beauty of the world, the champion of a hundred flowers. Even after travelling so far away, he still savoured the aftertaste.
As he recalled everything that happened the night before and rode on the cool breeze of the morning, he felt almost slightly tipsy.
He followed tracks left behind by the flow of the river of memory in this journey of returning home—Li Long, Xuanyue, Yu Zijian, Hua Chenglu… which led to many different emotions. There was plenty of loneliness and sentiment involved, but it still left him feeling cheerful at the end of the day.
In particular, after a romp in the sack, bathing and changing his clothes and a night of sleep at Hua Chenglu’s dwelling, he felt at ease throughout his entire body. Every single bone in him had relaxed.
Sure enough, I should rest like this before the great battle.
However, that was also the exact reason why he was not in a hurry to visit the next “acquaintance”, instead strolling through the wilderness.
That acquaintance was far too special. She was a woman that he had almost married—Han Qiongzhi.
Back then, he had only just begun to take on the world. He possessed some strength, but he still hid it away deeply, yet he happened to earn the affection of her, the first young miss of the Han family, who wanted to be with him without any regard.
Who knew how many beauties he had encountered in his life, but something like that had only happened this one time. To him, it was not just the love between a man and a woman, but also an extremely special case of gratitude from being appreciated.
The time he spent with her basically could be described as the most peaceful and quiet part of his life. There were no tragic incidents of love, while writing stories definitely could not be called fascinating either. Despite all of that, it was extremely precious to his life.
However, he was unable to spend his life peacefully with her like that at the end of the day. Many things happened afterwards too—deceit, the breaking of promises, and partings. Even when he thought of it now, he still felt ashamed.
As a result, he refused to see her in this state. He could only face her once the fragrance had dissipated and the aftertaste…
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