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Shi Qingxuan remembers everything.
The Black Water arc.
Shi Wudu's death.
The betrayal.
The silence afterward.
He remembers it all.
Now reduced to a wandering beggar in the recovering royal capital, Shi Qingxuan smiles through broken limbs, old grief, and a body that no longer feels like home. The world moves on around him as if nothing happened, while he pretends he has too.
From the shadows, He Xuan watches.
At first, it is only observation. Guilt is easier to ignore from a distance. But the longer he watches Shi Qingxuan quietly survive the ruins left behind by revenge, the more one horrifying question begins to follow him:
What exactly makes him different from Shi Wudu?
A post-canon Beefleaf fic focused on grief, guilt, identity, and the unbearable things left unsaid.