As he traversed through these lands alone, never in a million years would Qiuyuan even think of having someone accompany him permanently.

It was too dangerous. Attachment will only lead to impending doom; Qiuyuan learnt that many years ago. He's met many individuals, even taking up the hassle of mentoring some of them. But too this day, none of them could even hold a candle to you.

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Even Qiuyuan himself found it odd. He could always sense when you were near, even catching himself looking toward your general direction with his unseeing eyes. He wasn't one to linger for too long, let alone return to the same place over and over again, but without even realizing it, his feet would always carry him back to the place where he knew he'd run into you.

How greedy of him to even want to be in your presence, he'd always thought. His vengeance had not been taken, and his debts haven't even been repaid. He hasn't even completed his goal of bringing the truth that has been denied, but that never stopped him from seeking you out over and over again.

Qiuyuan would simply shrug it off, treating it how he usually would; With indifference. But deep down, he knew that it was already too late for him.

Perhaps just this once, he'll let himself be a little bit selfish.

"It seems that the winds have brought us together again." He passively spoke when he sensed your presence pass by him, his fingers unscrewing the cap of the bamboo flask that he typically carried attached to his hip.