The First Bloom 45

Jianyu keeps watching the whole memories.

It was a strange thing, watching memories unfold like this—like he was a ghost drifting through the past, tethered to moments he could not touch. The Past Memories Observer function of the system felt so... personal.

Zhenfeng's face was unreadable as he moved through the Soul Keepers Guild's camp, his expression set in that familiar mask of indifference. But Jianyu had known him too long to be fooled.

He saw it in the small, unspoken moments—the way Zhenfeng's fingers lingered over the young saplings as he helped the guild members cultivate the trees, his touch careful, almost reverent, as he pressed the soil around the roots. Not just to secure them, but as if ensuring they would thrive.