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At midnight, I collapsed on the road.
The whispering white snow was about to cover my entire body. I couldn't even lift my arms, but I still hoped that Lin Zhao would turn back.
After all, I had never retaliated against him with Spirit Powder. It seemed that no matter how much time passed, I would never do that to him.
In the swaying memories, I seemed to see the conclusion of my first life.
After restoring peace in the valley, I resolutely headed to the marshlands.
Elder Fu Xu not only preserved my physical body but also painted a spiritual bone for me.
This body is free from worldly pain and can traverse the marshlands. But with every step I take, my knee joints ache like needles piercing through.
For every ten thousand steps into the Buddhist Sect, I must endure pain ten thousand times.
In the following days, separated by longing bones, I took refuge in the marshy grass every night, finally seeking the deep walls of the Buddhist Sect.
The green lamp flickered like a bean, always accompanying me.
But he never appeared in the end.
At that moment, I finally understood that someone as heartless and ungrateful as Lin Zhao, sending me off with a green lamp was his greatest tenderness in this life.
What more do I have to regret?
I walked this path of atonement for him.
Later, I knelt in front of the Buddhist Sect for sixteen years, enduring the punishment of wielding the staff on his behalf, transforming into a ripple in the marshy wilderness.
Only then did I receive his reward, a gentle touch.
That night, he sat by the edge of the marsh, gazing at the green algae that thrived in the water below. A smile spread across his lips, growing more intense until I stood before him.
He pulled me up and placed me at the eaves of a dim lantern, where I took on human form, half-floating in the air.
He gently caressed my face, and I thought he was finally moved by me.
But it seemed that with just a flicker of candlelight, his expression changed completely.
He glared at me furiously: "Who gave you the right to take my punishment upon yourself? Yuyou, how dare you presume to guess my intentions? How much do you understand about my feud with Yao Huan?"
In his rage, he seized my wrist tightly.
Just then, Yaofo approached from a distance, holding a staff. With a snap of his fingers, Lin Zhao was already kneeling on the ground.
"She took your punishment out of love for you; why do you blame her?"
After saying this, another heavy blow fell on Lin Zhao's body, causing blood to splatter onto his white clothes. His complexion turned pale.
"What is love? I, Lin Zhao, am caught in this chaotic world; I have no need for such cold and indifferent things!"
He spat blood repeatedly but continued to scold me fiercely. "I will not allow you to use such a name to make decisions for me. Otherwise, I will not let you off easily."
After that, he left in a flurry, and I continued to create ripples in the water.
I thought my feelings had faded, but I couldn't help but remember the look of pain on his face.
So... this later became a great irony for me as a member of the Buddhist Sect.
The cold gradually set in, and I shivered, curling up tighter. The darkness seemed to loom over me, ready to crush me at any moment.
I unconsciously thought of him: "Young love, a dead end after many years. Lin Zhao, how wonderful it would be if I had never met you."
If only I had never encountered that figure in blue, walking slowly with the wind, accompanied by a green lantern behind him, casting flickering shadows; in that instant, time felt gentle.
"Ha... if you had never met me, how could you have entered the Buddhist Sect and met Yao Huan?"
In the haze, I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me. Then, the familiar scent of soft grass filled my senses. It was as if I had grasped a lifeline, savoring the sweetness as my cold limbs began to warm.
A cool, deep voice lingered in my ears: "Though soft grass can nourish flesh and blood, your body has endured for eight years; how much longer can it hold on?"
Is he worried about me?
I slightly raised my eyes and saw a blurred profile; a pair of starry eyes held a chilling coldness like snow spreading across the land.
But at this moment, they revealed an unusual tenderness.
"Yuan, Lin Zhao?" Upon hearing my voice, his expression changed instantly, turning icy.
I couldn't help but laugh as I recalled his skill in changing expressions.
I think I still can't pretend that I no longer love him.
Lin Zhao stared at me with a cold expression before sweeping away with a flick of his sleeve.
However, he left behind the blue lamp that he never parted with.
That blue lamp, which could scare away countless ghosts, was left for me.
A trace of warmth lingered in my heart, and I casually scattered the Spirit Powder gifted by Yaofo into the swirling white snow.
So what if he torments me?
With my three bodies and flesh, can't I exchange for even a hint of his tenderness?
I refuse to believe it.
"Lin Zhao, even if you are as cold as an exiled immortal, even if you have slain countless spirits, even if you have traversed the mountains and clouds, as long as I am alive, I will gamble for a glimpse of your true smile!"
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