"But I understand now," the old man whispered. "I was cruel. I was blinded by pride. And I have lost everything because of it."
He looked up again, and this time, his voice was firm.
"Fu Jian… if you are watching this, please forgive me. I'm sorry."
And with that, Old Master Fu lowered his head fully to the ground in a full bow.
The cameras captured every second.
It was the image that would go viral within minutes.
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Back at the hospital
Yu Sicong sat frozen in front of the TV screen. Fu Jian stood behind him, stunned into silence.
"He…" Sicong said softly, "he really said it."
Fu Jian's hand trembled slightly at his side.
"…I never thought I'd hear him say those words," he whispered.
There were no cheers. No applause. Just quiet, shocked stillness between them.
For the first time, the war between them didn't feel like a war.
It felt like the end of one.
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At first, there was silence.
But it didn't last long.
