In front of the stone wall, Gu Hong Yan's white hair fluttered as he stared blankly at the setting sun.

His life, like this sunset, would soon come to a silent end.

Three years had passed, and Fang Ling still hadn't emerged from here. Gu Hong Yan had been waiting for him for three years.

He had long regretted bringing Fang Ling here in the first place.