Yan Changsheng opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he remained silent.
Indeed, if he were Qinghe, how could he forgive himself?
The harm he had caused Qinghe could hardly be negated with just a few words.
The moment he stepped out of the Simple Residence Courtyard, he looked around blankly.
He was a child picked up by his Master, and when his Master found him, he was fighting with a group of children for food. He thought he would be a beggar for life, but it was his Master who gave him a completely different life.
It was his Master who bestowed upon him the name Changsheng, and later treated him like his own son, even saying he wanted to marry his most precious daughter to him.
At first, he thought his Master was joking, but when he realized it wasn't a joke, although he was resistant, he still accepted such a fate.