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And I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and earth had passed away, and the sea was no more - [Bible. Revelation】************************************************ ********************* Four years ago. Someone Coma just woke up after leaving the palace. "Master, don't you still believe what I say?" The woman's face was pale, her expression was haggard, she had no scars all over her body, and she was silently sad. Azure Thorn In order to save her, he has left her side, she has to believe it. Can she still not believe it? Does it take a day when everyone around her is hurt before she chooses to believe it, and before that, she has been selfishly deceiving herself? She shook her head slightly, she couldn't do it. Those are the people she cares about. She can't stand aside and be an indifferent outsider! "What should I do so as not to hurt the people around me?" The woman's tone was weak and self-deprecating. "There is no emotion. A person without emotion will not commit Tuhua robbery." High Priestess's voice was cruel and cold. The woman lowered her head, and a strange look suddenly appeared on her indifferent face: "This is why you rushed over before I woke up and made me take the Forgetfulness Pill before they saw me. The reason?" High Priestess looked at her sadly: "Old Servant is all for the good of the master." The woman chuckled coldly: "For my own good?"
She knew well that he had forgotten much, so no matter what he did, no matter how cold he became towards her later, even in that place filled with longing and love, he had almost indifferently killed him. She still did not blame him or resent him.
If all of this was the path she was destined to choose, even if she would be lonely for a lifetime because of that choice, she would not regret it, never regret it.
Even if she could not always protect them by their side, could not always warm them, at least she hoped that their unwavering pursuit would not be harmed, that they would not suffer any injury because of her.
If this could alleviate everything fate had bestowed upon her, including calamity, then she would willingly submit.
"To this day, does the Master still not give up?"
"Heh heh..." The woman, covered in wounds, laughed beautifully yet tragically, a laugh filled with desolation and hopelessness.
"High Priestess, if this is the outcome you desire, then I promise you I will take the medicine. I will forget everything and become a competent Master. Let those who live by that belief find their own home." Tears brimmed in her eyes, yet the corners of her mouth still smiled, as if a person deeply saddened suddenly saw a clown's performance and forced a smile like another clown.
But where in this world was her home?
Fate was truly a sad joke for her.
"Not knowing joy in life, not knowing sorrow in death; to share weal and woe is not as good as forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes. In this life, there is fate but no bond; let the living not rejoice and the dead not grieve," the woman murmured. Her gaze was mournful, and before she knew it, tears filled her lashes. Time had grown late; who could keep my beauty eternal? The traces of tears remained, and her heart was wounded deeply.
To share weal and woe is not as good as forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes!
Was this the destined conclusion?
She laughed despairingly, like dust being cleared away in the dark night, moving towards the birth of light; like a cactus standing proudly amidst endless sand in a desert with its seductive red flower. She sighed deeply and then closed her eyes, raising her head to swallow the pill that was nearly crumbling into pieces in her palm.
A pair of familiar deep silver and purple eyes gazed back at her, filled with pain, infatuation, pity, longing, hope, and fascination.
Her closed heart still ached slightly. It felt as if she had fallen into an endless abyss, the sound of wind still lingering in her ears. She knew there was no way to turn back, no branch or vine nearby to grasp onto.
She and he could only fall together into her Abyss of Empty Cliffs, the weight of their descent enough to consume them for a lifetime. Now, in the darkness, she surrendered her body, sinking deeper and deeper.
Perhaps there would never be a day to awaken; perhaps tomorrow would bring no change. Who could know? Even God could not foresee every person's fate, let alone a woman who quietly existed in this world...
The evening clouds were many; where was the beauty? Counting the returning crows.
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Do not speak of living among flowers; when the flower lover leaves, the flowers have no master. In this world, those who sink do so on their own, while those who float do so by themselves.
The Swallow Tower stood empty, dark dust locked away beneath a string. I looked up at the distant sky, still dazzlingly blue; however, not far off was a thin cloud that appeared like a laceration, stark against the sky.
I frowned slightly and finally turned around, unconsciously touching the scar on my chest that seemed to throb with pain. It had barely been a few hours since I awakened, yet I was here without hesitation. I did not understand why he had to do this.
I thought I could see through many things, but at the moment his sword pierced Sima Rui's body, I truly did not comprehend.
Moreover, even now that I had barely awakened, Sima Rui remained in a deep slumber, as if trapped in a state of near-death—comatose. And I did not know if I could save him.
I looked coldly at the old man forcibly pressed to the ground and quietly said, "Is this the price you give me? Just because I did not return with you?"
His expressionless face twitched slightly, but there was a kind of pity in his gaze—a pity that seemed to say you do not understand. He opened his mouth as if wanting to say something but could not find the words.
Suddenly, the little white figure, who had been silently resting on the windowsill, let out a faint sigh in my thoughts.
I felt a slight confusion.
Then he began to tell me a long, very ancient story, one that had almost been submerged by the long river of history.
After I finished listening, I looked again at the old man's gaze, which was filled with astonishment, pity, and an indescribable complexity. I couldn't tell if it was because of him or that enchanting man in red who had left footprints in my memory.
This man, whose temples were already touched with a few strands of white frost and whose forehead bore deep wrinkles, had an abrupt and ugly red scar on his neck that twisted and curled like a snake. He seemed devoid of any emotion, numb and lifeless as if he existed in this world like a wraith. The only time he showed anger was when he insisted on traveling thousands of miles from Later Qin to find me.
It was all because of him—this unassuming old man—who turned out to be the legendary emperor Yuwen Mijin of Later Qin, who had mysteriously died and vanished years ago! Among the sovereigns of Later Qin, Yuwen Mijin's case was the most bizarre; shortly after ascending the throne, he seemed to evaporate into thin air, leaving the subjects of Later Qin puzzled. After his disappearance, his brother, the current emperor Yuwen Wendan, took over. The entanglement here turned out to be more complex than I had imagined.
I lowered my head in silence.
However, what shocked me even more was that Yuwen Ruojian—the most peculiar and mysterious seventh prince, the true master of Later Qin—was not the child of the current emperor Yuwen Wendan but rather... the biological son of the mysteriously vanished Yuwen Mijin!
In that moment, I suddenly understood why he, dressed in red and standing at the highest point, smiled so wickedly and seductively while all I could see was... sorrow and hidden sadness.
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