Qing Chen knew that Qing Zhun left the battlefield at the last moment of his life. As for where he went and whom he saw in his final moments, even Qing Chen didn't know the answer.
Now seeing the Door of Shadow, it meant that the Qing Ji in front of him was the person his brother had chosen.
"Did my brother spend his last moments with you?" Qing Chen asked.
But Qing Ji shook his head: "Not with me; he just instructed that the Door of Shadow be left to me."
"The white ginkgo leaf on your chest, is it to commemorate my brother?" Qing Chen asked.
Qing Ji nodded: "The forty-nine days of mourning aren't over yet."
Qing Chen said: "Do you have another ginkgo leaf? Give me one."
Qing Ji seemed to anticipate Qing Chen's request. He took a ginkgo leaf from his sleeve and handed it to Qing Chen: "Wear it."
Qing Chen carefully pinned the ginkgo leaf to his chest, gently stroking it with his forefinger.
