Miserable Tears

Everyone, at certain times, will think back on their life. They will consider some past events and look ahead to the future. This is often done by people who already feel weary of life or after they have achieved a set goal. This was true for an old man sitting beside some water. As he fished, he would sigh about how life and the water beneath his feet flowed away, never to return.

Fan Xian was not Ku He. He didn't have any interest in fishing and was still young. His life had one more repetition than everyone else in this world. Counting carefully, he should be 39 years old—a middle-aged man who almost knows destiny. However, he was forced to stay in this beautiful skin.

He didn't hold a beautiful woman and sigh that he never contributed to the beautiful justice of mankind. Rather, he was looking for clarity in the chaos. He was trying to find his resolution and clear goal because he was lost.