Born into poverty, he was looked down upon by everyone during his time as a stand-in. He met someone who saw him as her lifeline, and he cherished and loved her so much that he risked his life for her. But when he was closest to her, he lost her completely.

Xu Zhuohua was already thankful that Liang Shaozun wasn't crazy.

It turns out he had been insane all along, just enduring it and making plans.

Now that he has taken his revenge, what will Liang Shaozun do?

Can he ever return to being the young master of the Liang family?

A terrifying thought suddenly surfaced: Would Liang Shaozun commit suicide?

Even in the dead of winter, Xu Zhuohua's palms looked as if they had been washed with water.

If Liang Shaozun really killed Old Master Cheng, Cheng Yuguang certainly wouldn't let him off the hook. He had threatened Director Liang, and the Liang family would no longer protect him.

So, what would Liang Shaozun do if he was destined to die?

Die beside the one you love most.

Xu Zhuohua looked up and said to the driver, "Go to the Cheng family ancestral graves."

When Xu Zhuohua arrived at the Cheng family ancestral graves, it was nearly evening. A cold wind was blowing, and the huge plaque looked eerie in the dim sunset.

Despite the fear and cold, Xu Zhuohua strode toward Cheng Wenyun's grave.

The broken branches beneath her feet crunched under her feet, and Xu Zhuohua's heart leaped into her throat.

Walking around the largest tombstone, Xu Zhuohua saw a hunched figure in front of Cheng Wenjun's small new grave.

The man was wearing a hat, his head bowed low, his hands supporting his body as he knelt before the tomb.

Like a solemn statue, silent and still, it exudes a deep sorrow.

"Liang Shaozun?" Xu Zhuohua tried calling out, but the man did not respond.

Even though the surrounding light was visibly fading away, Xu Zhuohua still saw that Liang Shaozun had his eyes open, but he didn't respond at all.

"Liang Yuanfu".

The man finally made a move.

He blinked first, then stiffly turned his head, his face expressionless.

Xu Zhuohua was startled. Liang Shaozun's face was completely bloodless. If he hadn't blinked, she would have thought that there was a corpse in front of her.

Liang Shaozun took a long time to come back to his senses, seemingly recalling something.

After what seemed like an eternity, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Why are you here?"

Seeing Liang Shaozun's dejected appearance, Xu Zhuohua knew that his guess was correct, but he still wanted to hear Liang Shaozun admit it himself.

"Did you kill Old Master Cheng?"

Upon hearing this, Liang Shaozun chuckled and tried to stand up, supporting himself with his arms. However, his legs seemed to have gone numb from kneeling for too long, so he sat down on the ground with his wrists resting on his knees.

“It’s me,” Liang Shaozun said with a satisfied smile, his eyes gradually gleaming. “He should have died long ago. Letting him live until now is already letting him off easy.”

Xu Zhuohua frowned, feeling as if a huge rock was pressing on her heart, and looked at Liang Shaozun with heartache.

With tears glistening in his eyes, Liang Shaozun raised his hand and wiped them away fiercely. He glanced at Xu Zhuohua and chuckled, "This is the path I chose myself. At worst, I'll just die. If I can see Wenjun one more time on the Bridge of Helplessness, my life will be worthwhile."

Xu Zhuohua's eyes revealed deep worry, "Anyway, he's already sick and about to die, why would you want to put yourself in this situation?"

Liang Shaozun's eyes turned fierce. "He couldn't bear to die, so he spent money on medicine and supplements like water, and his condition has long since improved."

So he could no longer bear it, and even if it cost him his life, he was determined to kill Old Master Cheng and avenge Cheng Wenjun.

Perhaps because she is too young, Xu Zhuohua cannot imagine that someone could love another person more than they love themselves.

Even to the point of abandoning one's life.

But then I thought, aren't I the same way?

She was willing to marry Cheng Muyun, even knowing that history could not be changed.

They're both like moths drawn to a flame; who has the right to pity whom?

Xu Zhuohua took a step closer to Liang Shaozun and said softly, "Have you thought about Wen Yun? Do you think she wants you dead or alive?"

Upon hearing this, Liang Shaozun raised his head and looked at Xu Zhuohua with tears in his eyes.

"Wen Yun was trapped her whole life. Did she ever mention the outside world to you?"

Liang Shaozun's eyes lit up, and Xu Zhuohua was overjoyed—there was hope!

She continued, "Yes, I think so. I told Wenjun that Dongzhou has many lakes and a sea, and she longs to go boating and hiking. Wenjun can't do it, so could you go and see for her?"

Liang Shaozun frowned as he looked at Xu Zhuohua without saying a word, but Xu Zhuohua saw hope in his eyes.

His eyes, which had been like a stagnant pool, were now rippling.

A full tear slid down his cheek and landed on the ground. Both of them could hear the sound of the tear falling. Liang Shaozun's voice was choked with sobs: "I have no way out."

Suddenly a gust of wind arose, carrying dust that flew from behind the tombstone, brushed past Liang Shaozun's shoulder, bypassed Xu Zhuohua, and blew behind her.

The two followed the gust of wind and suddenly saw Cheng Muyun standing under the tree.