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This is perhaps my greatest confusion about him: who exactly is he? That bastard, Wang Wei, has been keeping everything hidden, too afraid to say.
At that moment, I suppressed my excitement and managed to ask the question: "Who are you?"
I repeated it a second time.
He finally spoke, "I am..."
"Who are you?" I pressed eagerly.
"I don't even remember who I am..."
Damn! This guy is playing games again. All I remember is that my name is Lin Li. What I was called before has slipped my mind.
He said it so casually, as if introducing himself like any ordinary person.
Yet I was taken aback. If he’s called Lin Li now, what was his name before? He mentioned it was so long ago that he couldn't recall.
How long has he been alive? I didn’t dare to ask; I feared he would respond with the same line again. Thinking about it, it would be pointless to ask, so I decided against it.
I murmured his name to myself.
"Lin Li."
Suddenly, he smiled, the corners of his mouth curving upward as he said, "It was she who gave me this name. What do you think of it?"
After he spoke, I felt a bit surprised. I never expected him to ask me such a question—about his name.
I replied, "The name is fine. Who is she?"
As soon as I mentioned her, his handsome face seemed to cloud with a hint of sadness, the smile that had been there moments before vanished without a trace.
He appeared somewhat melancholic. After a moment, he asked me, "Do you know what is in this coffin?"
I shook my head, but deep down, I suspected it was his body.
At that moment, I recalled the coffin I had seen in the Temple Guardian's house that day, the decaying corpse that looked almost unrecognizable.
Before I could respond, he said, "Your eyes."
When he mentioned my eyes, I didn’t think much of it. My eyes were gone; he had stood beside me and watched as they were taken from me.
I said, "My eyes are gone."
He replied, "The coffin contains your eyes."
This time, I heard him clearly—he was stating that my eyes were in the coffin. Still, I couldn't help but confirm once more, "You mean the coffin holds my eyes?"
It sounded absurd to me. Although the Evil Being had taken my original pair of eyes, I could still see things.
Could it be that the Evil Being buried my original eyes here?
My emotions began to stir uneasily, but it was unlikely that the Evil Being would act so quickly.
I recalled the scene from earlier. The souls had surrounded the coffin, creating a truly grand spectacle.
At that moment, Lin Li mentioned that my eyes were buried inside. This sounded quite shocking.
"Eyes?"
Lin Li confirmed, "Your new eyes."
After hearing this, I felt a surge of excitement, but my white eye had not disappeared! It remained attached to my soul.
However, the Temple Guardian warned that if my eyes did not recover, I would be doomed to eternal descent. If I fell into eternal descent, my soul would rot away, ultimately losing all light and darkness.
Our conversation felt strange.
Yet when I looked at Wang Wei and the others, they showed no special reaction; it was as if they couldn't see Lin Li at all. Only Ke'er was looking in our direction.
Ke'er seemed to notice that Lin Li and I were talking and perhaps even heard us. I glanced at Ke'er, and she nodded slightly.
I asked, "Can the new eyes block this black void of mine?"
As soon as I finished speaking, Lin Li reacted as if she had heard a joke. Nevertheless, she eventually clarified that my eyes could indeed grow back.
I immediately urged, "Then what are we waiting for? Quickly take out my eyes!"
I spoke a bit too hastily and lightly. You have to understand, this isn't just a matter of a doctor performing surgery to replace a cornea; this is about allowing my own eyes to regrow.
Lin Li, however, remained still. After a moment, he said, "We are very much alike."
I thought to myself, alike in what way? You are you, and I can only be me. But right now, I need the pair of eyes from the coffin. If what he said is true, then that would be the best outcome; if it's false, then I have nothing more to say.
He suddenly sighed and said, "You're right. I am still me, and you can only be you."
What the hell! I didn't even say anything out loud! How did this guy hear that? Can he read minds? I shot him a suspicious glance.
"We White-Eyed People can see far too much. God said that when He opens a window for you, He will inevitably close another one. When you gain too much, you will eventually lose something as well."
I responded with a noncommittal sound but didn’t continue the conversation.
White-Eyed People—what does it mean to be White-Eyed People?
Lin Li seemed lost in thought. He said, "There is a River of Despair, and in the center of that river grows a tree. The tree blooms once every hundred years—a flower of prosperity. Some say it is the Reincarnation Tree because every hundred years marks a cycle of reincarnation. So the tree blooms once every hundred years and sheds its flowers at the same interval. Just think about it; this tree is indeed miraculous. However, an ordinary person's life can only witness its bloom or its shedding once; no ordinary person can see both in their entirety."
As Lin Li spoke, he chuckled softly.
I cursed him inwardly—Damn it! Why waste time talking about useless things? Give me something practical!
However, his mention of the River of Despair piqued some interest among others because the old man had previously warned that if my eyes were not healed, I would be doomed to eternal despair.
Moreover, Xiaoru had also explained the suffering of eternal despair to us. When she did so, she glanced our way; I couldn't tell who she was looking at.
But I felt that this woman wouldn't lie; what she said must be true. The only thing I didn't know was who she was talking about. Still, an uneasy feeling lingered in my heart.
I couldn't help but ask Lin Li, "Does the River of Despair really exist?"
Lin Li replied, "Of course it exists. Ordinary people can only see that tree once in their lifetime, while I've watched its flowers bloom and wither countless times."
With a sigh, Lin Li continued.
At that moment, our conversation seemed to drift apart. He spoke of watching the flowers, while my focus remained on the River of Despair.
I asked how one could get there if they wanted to go.
Lin Li looked at me curiously and said, "You want to see that tree too?"
I wasn't going just for the sake of seeing the tree; I was concerned that I might need to go there someday, so I wanted to clarify things in advance. After all, if he wasn't around when I needed to ask someone else, who would I turn to?
Lin Li seemed to see through my thoughts and remarked, "You're quite thoughtful."
Damn it, he knew what I was thinking. It seemed I couldn't let my mind wander in front of him.
Suddenly, Lin Li's expression turned serious. For some inexplicable reason, he said to me, "Treat your wife well."
I finally couldn't hold back and retorted, "Damn it! You talk too much. Of course I'll treat my wife well!"
Lin Li didn't seem to mind my outburst; he simply asked me, "Did you understand what I just said? The Reincarnation Tree."
Of course, I didn't understand! But I didn't say anything; I just hummed in response. I didn't quite grasp what he was saying, but I vaguely understood some parts.
Lin Li said something and then fell silent.
He glanced into the void, and his profile made the lines of his face even sharper. The perfect contours made him look exceptionally handsome.
Damn it, I felt a twinge of jealousy. But what good is being handsome? I don't make a living off my looks.
Lost in thought, the sound of singing resumed, and at that moment, the woman's voice suddenly carried a hint of sorrow.
I heard her call out, "Open the coffin."
The sound of opening the coffin echoed far and wide, as if it had been held back for a long time.
Lin Li's expression suddenly turned serious. He called my name, Saning, and I responded with a hum. In that moment, I caught a glimpse of sadness in his eyes.
I asked, "What else do you want to say? Just say it all at once."
Lin Li suddenly burst into loud laughter, a hearty laugh that felt “unrestrained,” just like that phrase. I even suspected his name was derived from this idiom.
As the last note of "open the coffin" faded away, Lin Li's laughter abruptly ceased.
Lin Li's eyes were hidden within the coffin; now that it was finally about to be opened, could it mean my eyes would be reborn?
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