Reborn as a tree, the peerless god is obsessed

The leaves are yellowing, autumn has come. The world is full of vicissitudes.

As the seasons change, time passes quietly, and the years slip through people's fingertips, leaving deep traces.

In another time and space, in a cold and gloomy hall, a young man in white stood alone by the window with deep eyes, as if gazing into a distant place.

His face was stern and as unapproachable as an iceberg, and no one could guess what he was thinking.

The cold wind blew, ruffling his long hair and scattering his thoughts. He stood there silently, as if waiting for something.

Perhaps, he is waiting for an opportunity to fulfill his wish; perhaps, he is waiting for a confidant who can share the vicissitudes of life with him.

After a long moment, he sighed deeply and returned to the desk. Raising his hand, he flicked it, and a shimmering mirror suddenly appeared before him, the image in the mirror gradually becoming clearer.

"This scene really fascinates me. Are you doing well there?" The young man in white murmured to himself.

In the painting, a golden forest comes into view, with fallen leaves dancing in the wind, like yellow butterflies fluttering in the air. The scene is full of the charm of autumn, and a deep sense of loneliness and desolation permeates it.

"You should like such beautiful scenery..." A trace of nostalgia flashed in the eyes of the young man in white.

The young man in white stared intently, as if he was deeply attracted by the scenery in the painting.

A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and endless memories of the past surged in his heart. It was a remembrance of the good times, a search for old friends, and an unspeakable sorrow.

He sighed again, and the sound echoed in the cold hall.

His fingers slid lightly across the mirror, and the picture changed, revealing an attic.

There, there were both the sweet moments they shared and the painful struggles he endured alone. All of these were like vivid paintings, deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul.

"This place holds too many memories for me." The young man in white had a low voice, as if he was lost in memories.

It was a place he was extremely familiar with and the place that left the deepest impression in his memory.

The young man in white looked at the attic in the picture, deep memories flowing in his eyes.

During that wonderful time, he and she spent nearly twenty days and nights together in this attic.

"Do you remember when I was injured, you treated me here carefully?" The young man in white raised the corner of his mouth, as if he was recalling that warm time.

"Actually, I woke up a long time ago, but pretended to be unconscious, just to secretly listen to your caring advice and jokes." A hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

"You were so warm back then that I couldn't help but want to get closer to you." The young man in white whispered softly, as if she was right in front of him.

"Now, I am the only one wandering in these memories..." His voice was filled with endless melancholy.

Thinking back to that time, they were in the attic, she carefully treated his injuries. He was clearly awake, but pretended to be unconscious.

Secretly listening to her caring advice and jokes, feeling her busy figure, feeling her warm care...especially the scenes when she fed him medicine, it was a feeling he had never experienced in his life.

"You know, that moment when you fed me the medicine has already become an unforgettable and beautiful memory in my life." The young man in white's eyes revealed a deep attachment. That pure feeling seemed to quietly spread in his heart.

"If I could turn back time, I would like to recite poems with you in the moonlight, talk about each other's dreams and feelings, and savor the rare tranquility together." There was endless regret in his voice.

And when night falls and the bright moonlight fills the attic, he, in her company, savors the loneliness and seeks comfort for his soul.

However, good times are always short-lived. Fate's trick forced them to separate, and he endured endless pain alone.

Whenever he had a break in his busy schedule, he would stand by the window and reminisce about the days he had spent with her. He closed his eyes, trying to find her gentle smile and listen to her clear laughter.

However, there was only darkness in front of her eyes, and the sound of wind in her ears replaced her call.

He sighed softly again, his fingers sliding across the mirror again, and the image changed. This time, a woman appeared before him. She was dressed in snow-white clothes, and her smile was as warm as the spring sunshine.

That was the person he loved most in his heart, and also the biggest regret in his life.

The young man in white looked at the woman in the picture quietly, his eyes full of tenderness.

Suddenly, he heard the woman say softly, "Don't worry, Brother Tao. The quality of these grains is always top-notch and there will be no problems. You've done a great job managing them, so just go ahead and do it."

He was moved. It turned out that she was so confident in the quality of the food. At this time, another voice came, "Sister, don't worry, I remember everything you said."

Xue Yao nodded. "That's good. We must not only ensure that the people can eat safe food, but also that the price is fair."

The young man in white looked at her serious expression and couldn't help but feel admiration in his heart. Not only was her business successful, but she also cared about the people.

He had seen this grain shop before. It was the Minsheng Grain Shop opened by Xue Yao.

After he left, Xue Yao first delivered medicine to Minsheng Medical Clinic, then opened a grain shop in Liancheng, and later opened a poultry and livestock exchange, a grain shop branch, a winery, etc.

This woman was indeed extraordinary, and he was happy for her.

But he also had his moments of worry. Shortly after he left, he saw that man with her. They went into town together, went shopping together. Although he was at a different table when he was discussing business with Mr. Liu, he and Xueyao must have gotten along well, even dining together.

The Young Master Liu that Xueyao mentioned was also very attentive to Xueyao. He gave his all to Xueyao's cooperation.

Logically speaking, these are all good things, but the young man in white couldn't help feeling uncomfortable, and he himself didn't know why.

He sighed inwardly. He knew that he could not give her any promises and had no right to interfere in her life. Why could he always feel so uneasy?

Especially last time, he accidentally opened the screen and saw a little boy next to Xueyao, and the little boy called her mother.

He couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart. How come she already had such a big child when he had only been away for a short time?

He raised his hand and closed the screen. For many days after that, he forced himself not to look at it.

Today, he couldn't bear it any longer, so he brushed away the screen again.

At this time, Xueyao was chatting and laughing with Tao Xuzhi, her smile was still so beautiful and moving.

He prayed silently in his heart, hoping that the little boy would not appear and hoping that Xueyao would always be happy.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her face, but put it down helplessly.

It was just an illusion in the mirror, he couldn't touch it.

His fingers passed through the picture, leaving only a faint sadness in the air.

He slowly withdrew his hand, took a deep breath, and secretly told himself in his heart: "I can't dwell on the past anymore. I must face reality."

Then, standing up, he quietly left the desk.

Whenever this happened, he would remind himself in his heart that he should not indulge in memories blindly, but should have the courage to face everything in front of him.

He is well aware that he shoulders many important things and responsibilities, and cannot always dwell on the past. He must bravely step forward and actively respond to future challenges.

After sorting out his chaotic thoughts, the young man in white returned to his desk and devoted himself fully to his work. He knew that only by keeping himself busy could he gradually forget those painful memories.

He always believed that if fate allowed, he would be able to meet her again one day.