Shen Yi sat still for a moment, his hand hovering in hesitation, but slowly, he placed it gently on Jiang Qi's shoulder, his touch light but firm, as if grounding himself through it. He was conflicted deep inside, torn between the quiet ache of what he didn't know and the heavy weight of what Jiang Qi did. Though he still felt a strange sense of loss every time he imagined never seeing Jiang Qi again, he couldn't even begin to compare that with what Jiang Qi must have gone through all these years. Jiang Qi remembered everything, they had shared memories, laughs, pain, and moments he couldn't recall. Jiang Qi had spent over seven years searching for him, desperately holding on to a hope that he would be found, while he, on the other hand, had nearly killed him the first time they crossed paths again.