Jiang Yunpan's voice stopped, but her gaze remained on Xu Qingzhou.

Though the sound faded from his ears, the echo of Jiang Yunpan's words lingered in Xu Qingzhou's mind, resonating deeply.

Her words, each one like a historian's pen, etched themselves into his heart, causing constant ripples within him.

It was as if a calm sea had been stirred by waves and winds.