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Night paused for a moment and asked, "What's wrong?"
My mind raced, feeling a deep sense of reluctance, yet I was able to make a decision in an instant. I realized I clearly understood my own feelings.
There was no one around anymore. I tightly held the hand of the person I trusted most in this world and poured out my heart.
"Night, you know, right? I'm not from this world."
"Yes, Zhenzhen, I know."
"But there are things you don't know. For instance, you don't know how I came here."
"Why bring this up now?" Night's tone was filled with confusion.
"Ye Liuhui is no longer in this world, which is why I can survive in her body. But Night, I want you to understand that death for me is not true death. The death of this body is merely a process of returning home. At that time, I will go back to my own world and return to my own body."
I felt Night Phantom's body tense suddenly. I understood that someone as intelligent as him must have realized something. But I continued, stopping the words he was about to say.
"Night, you are my best friend in this world and the person I trust the most. Whether or not this is just my one-sided feeling, it's how I truly feel. So at least, I hope you won't be sad for me; that's why I'm telling you this. Nie Qiuyuan knows nothing about it, so please don’t let him know my feelings. That way, everything will never have started. He will have a smooth journey ahead; I know his fate is destined to be bright and clear. You must believe me."
"Shut up!" Night interrupted me, his demeanor suddenly turning extremely agitated. "What are you thinking? He's a grown man; do you expect to risk your life to save him?"
I looked into Night's beautiful eyes, which were now filled with anger directed at me. I hoped he would understand that I was being utterly serious at this moment—there was no impulsiveness or joking involved.
"I can't think of any other way. Night, you know him; he will definitely come, won't he?"
Night Phantom did not answer my question but suddenly asked sharply, "Aren't you here for him? Just leaving like this? Just letting it go?"
My mood darkened significantly; I couldn't even muster a smile and replied with a line I'd read in a book: "Night, you must understand that lost love is still love; it doesn't change. Even though there will be a vast distance between us across time and space, and we can never meet again or touch each other again, he will always be in my heart and will always be with me."
Perhaps these words truly did not match my temperament, for Night Phantom was stunned, unable to utter a word. I took his hand, leading the dazed figure toward a corner of the corridor, hiding behind a very discreet rock, while he remained blissfully unaware.
Behind the rock, I slowly nestled into his embrace, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my face against his chest. This only left him more bewildered; even Heart began to race, rendering him even more speechless.
I had a lingering attachment to this world, which included him. If only this comfortable friendship between us could last forever. But now, all I could offer him was a final farewell.
"No one wishes to live as a shadow. Night, you must have sadness in your heart, so I wish you happiness in the future. As for me, I will always keep you deep in my heart."
Night Phantom shuddered; he must have sensed that I intended to do something. But it was too late; I had already plunged a thin Silver Needle into his body from behind.
This needle was my secret weapon, crafted over several months in this dangerous world. The slender Silver Needle was soaked in a concoction of my own making, combining a potent anesthetic with a muscle relaxant. Even someone as skilled as Night Phantom would be rendered unconscious for over ten hours if struck.
As I held Night Phantom in my arms, his body gradually softened. His mouth opened as if he wanted to say something; his eyes locked onto mine before closing, and I could even see an emotion that could only be described as despair within them. Alas, I felt truly sorry, but what else could I do?
With all my strength, I slowly laid him down against the stone wall. Night's figure appeared tall and elegant; I hadn't expected him to weigh so much—perhaps it was just the weight of a man's frame. After just a few minutes of effort, I was drenched in sweat. I unfastened the belt around my waist and folded it thickly to gently cushion the area between his left shoulder wound and the stone wall.
I carefully surveyed the surrounding terrain; it seemed safe enough. From the outside, no one would notice this spot behind the rock. So my attention turned back to the sleeping beauty before me.
He looked truly handsome like this. We had met only once, yet I hadn't even seen his face—wasn't that a kind of regret? A lewd thought crossed my mind: could I quietly remove his mask to take a look?
That way, I could remember him better, right?
The words floated through my mind—“reach out,” “cut off”—and after hesitating for several minutes, I ultimately decided against it.
Since Night did not wish for others to see his appearance, then even at this moment, I should respect him.
I would simply remember him as a dashing young man adorned with an exquisite mask and an air of mystery.
I gently tidied his messy hair, gritting my teeth as I turned and felt my way along the path that Night had once indicated, heading toward the cave's exit.
Yes, this was my thought, even though it sounded utterly pessimistic and desperate.
That lion would go on a rampage every twelve hours, hunting down a person until they were dead. However, once it had killed someone, it would calm down for the next twelve hours; that was its weakness.
If I couldn't find Nie Qiuyuan and stop him from coming, then perhaps all I could do was to block the lion's gaping maw that craved flesh.
It wasn't that I had a spirit of sacrifice; I knew I didn't possess such a thing. But at that moment, there was a persistent voice in my heart: I didn't want Nie Qiuyuan to die. I absolutely didn't want him to come to any harm!
Would I be willing to die for this purpose? Honestly, if death meant truly being dead, I would definitely hesitate. But right now, I clearly understood that death for me would simply mean "Mission Failed," returning to square one. Yet Qiuyuan's life was real and precious. If he died, wouldn't that also mean "Mission Failed" for me?
So perhaps this was the best choice now.
If I returned to my own world and opened my eyes, I believed I would cry. I had admired Nie Qiuyuan for eight years. I didn't care who this Nie Qiuyuan really was; all I knew was that when I opened my eyes in this world and fatefully saw that first person—the gentle gaze and voice—they were deeply etched into my heart.
It might seem a bit childish, but most birds hatch from their eggs and take the first thing they see as their mother, even if it's a dog or a remote-controlled airplane. Perhaps I'm a bit obsessive; when I opened my eyes and heard him utter his name, in that instant, I made up my mind about him. Once I've made a decision, I don't change it.
In my heart, everything was already deeply rooted. It's laughable that he still knows nothing about it all.
That's fine; we haven't even begun yet. Nie Qiuyuan won't suffer because of me, and I can return to my own world while still holding onto the courage to stand up and start anew.
So, goodbye.
My beloved.
Author: Why do I feel like you're being so foolish in this chapter?
Ye Liuhui: ...
Author: Haven't you ever thought about just grabbing a bad guy and tossing him to the lions?
Ye Liuhui: I'm a modern person, okay? The right to life is supreme. The only life I can decide over is my own, and that's a principle.
Author: Fine then. But what about the needle you used to inject Night Phantom? Was it a powerful anesthetic?
Ye Liuhui: Yeah, I made it. So what?
Author: With such a miraculous tool, why didn't you use it when you were pulling out Arrowhead? Did you enjoy seeing him in pain? You did that on purpose, didn't you!
Ye Liuhui: Ah! Right! I...
Narrator: A pair of fools! Author, if I remember correctly, this seems to be your writing!
Author: Narrator, shut up! Don't you think you're ruining the atmosphere of this chapter?
Narrator: Seriously! What are you even doing? This logic is just ridiculous...
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