"Ugh, what am I even doing?"

Xiao Mingmu put the dossier in his hand aside and then looked up.

The light streaming into the hole was still blinding, but you get used to it after a while.

The sky was blue, the clouds were white, and it was much better outside than in the dark side hall.

So, what exactly motivated me to do this for so long?

Why did he take on all the work of Pengshan? Why did he develop a sect that he initially thought was troublesome? Why did he make his life so tiring?

What was my wish that day?

Xiao Ming's eyes were glazed over, and memories of the past surfaced in his mind.

Unlike Wu Er, Xiao Mingmu rarely dwells on the past; he wants to look forward, telling himself that the past is just a shackle.

But today he reminisced about the past.

I thought of that year's celebration, the river reflecting the starry sky, the bustling market, the crowds coming and going, and the smiling...eldest brother.

What Xiao Mingmu remembered most vividly was the lotus lantern he released by the river.

At his senior brother's repeated requests, Xiao Mingmu finally lit a lamp and made a wish upon it.

That was the first and only time he made a wish.

The process is clear to me, the only thing I can't remember is...

What is your wish?

Xiao Mingmu frowned; he couldn't recall the wish he had back then.

What exactly did she wish for?

"Mingmu, are you there? I'll come hide here for a while!"

Just as Xiao Mingmu was trying to recall, Wu Er suddenly jumped into the side hall through the large hole in the roof.

Wu Er, bent over, hid like a thief in a corner of the side hall.

When Xiao Mingmu saw his senior brother, a smile appeared on his lips.

Ah... I remember what my wish was back then...