Old Master Pratt was a little anxious in his confusion. He was also a little angry.
Bao 'er became like this because of you. Why are you looking at her instead of treating her?
This anger brought his eyes out of their daze and into focus.
In his line of sight, a familiar silhouette appeared.
Pratt was taken aback. Then, he sighed inwardly and shook his head.
"Sigh!
My old eyes are getting worse and worse. My hallucinations are getting worse … Bao 'er will … "
He couldn't help but feel sad when he thought about who would take care of Na Bao after he died.
Na Bao's parents weren't talented enough. They barely entered the Saint Realm. They were heartbroken when Na Bao mysteriously fell into a state of suspended animation and passed away a hundred years ago.
Her other relatives were busy getting rich. No one cared about Na Bao who had been in a coma for four hundred years.
Pratt took out a handkerchief and wiped his eyes. Then, he looked at the crystal coffin.
Then, his hand holding the handkerchief froze in the air. His eyes widened.
That familiar figure was still there. He was still looking at the person in the coffin. His hand was gently touching the coffin lid.
This … wasn't an illusion … Zhang Xing was really back?
Pratt couldn't believe his eyes. He stared at Zhang Xing. He supported himself with one hand and stood up from his cross-legged position. He walked forward step by step.
He walked to Zhang Xing's side and looked at him. He felt his aura and knew it was real.
At this moment, he wasn't so excited.
After all, he had a special relationship with Zhang Xing. He always saw Zhang Xing as his junior.
"You're back!"
That simple sentence was filled with endless emotions.
There was the relationship between a senior and a junior. There was a greeting between friends. There was also resentment in it.
"Yes, I was delayed in space for five hundred years."
Zhang Xing didn't explain further.
"It's good that you're back. Na Bao has been in a coma for four hundred years."
Pratt's resentment disappeared when he heard Zhang Xing's words.
Something that could delay Zhang Xing for so long must be a huge matter. It might even be a matter of life and death.
"Na Bao could have entered the Immortal State smoothly, but she … her heart was filled with happiness, and she accidentally walked into her own world."
Zhang Xing hesitated for a moment before explaining to Pratt.
What he meant was that when Na Bao ascended to the Divine Realm, she couldn't suppress the longing in her heart and involuntarily fell into a beautiful illusion.
In other words, Na Bao was now living in a world she had created.
That world was sweet. It was a world where she and Zhang Xing were inseparable. She didn't want to wake up.
When Zhang Xing arrived, he saw Na Bao's state at a glance. He also saw a beautiful and warm image in her mind.
There was a home, a child, a farm, parents, and an old man in the picture …
Zhang Xing couldn't bear to spoil it!
"My own world?"
Pratt was a little confused as he looked at Zhang Xing in confusion.
"What you think of in the day, you dream of at night … Sigh!"
Zhang Xing sighed softly.
Pratt understood and fell silent.
"Then what should we do?"
Pratt asked after a while.
"I'll go and bring her out!"
Although it was a dream and Zhang Xing couldn't bear to see it, it was an illusion after all. He had to face reality in the end.
In the vast starry sky, Na Bao didn't know how to find Zhang Xing. She was afraid that she would lose him and never see him again in this life.
Therefore, subconsciously, she didn't want to ascend to the Immortal State. She just wanted to wait at home for Zhang Xing to come back.
She was afraid that she would get lost in the starry sky and couldn't find the way home. She was afraid that Zhang Xing wouldn't see her when he came back. She was afraid that they would miss each other!
In her ideal world, even if she died, she would die by Zhang Xing's side and grow old together!
Four hundred years in the human world was a thousand years in the artistic conception!
The white-haired Na Bao had reached the end of her life. Her youth was long gone, but the past didn't disappear with the passage of time.
Na Bao, who was lying on the bed, looked at Zhang Xing, whose face was also full of wrinkles and his back was bent. She couldn't help but cry.
She knew that her time was up. She also knew that everything in front of her was not real. She also knew that once she closed her eyes, not only would the dream disappear, but even the real her would fall into a long sleep and never wake up again.
Zhang Xing, who was bending over to pour water for her, didn't notice Na Bao's complicated expression.
Because he was just a figment of Na Bao's imagination. He was an illusion.
Although the Zhang Xing in front of her was an illusion, Na Bao still smiled when she looked at his figure.
There was happiness and satisfaction in her smile, but also deep regret!
She remembered the first time she saw Zhang Xing at the foot of the snowy mountain when he was young, and every day and night after that …
Everything was so plain, and everything was so real!
There was no passionate love between the two. Their feelings were so natural that they could feel each other's feelings in their hearts.
Their relationship was unremarkable in the eyes of the masses. It was so ordinary that it couldn't be any more ordinary. However, to Na Bao, it was so unforgettable. This was her first love!
I can't be with you in this life. I can only meet you in my dreams. I hope that there will be an afterlife. I hope that I can become a star in the sky and wait for a young man named Zhang Xing to pass by me …
Na Bao had been in a deep sleep for too long. It was time for her to dissipate. Her hazy eyes had already scattered, and the back in front of her had become blurred.
The imaginary world was collapsing. She reached out her hand, trying to grab the back of the hunched back.
But the back was already motionless. His body turned into a fluorescent light and disappeared from her eyes in the blink of an eye …
She wanted to see her beloved one last time, but she couldn't. Na Bao's tears fell like rain. She slowly closed her eyes and waited for death to come …
"Don't cry, my most beloved one …"
At this moment, a familiar melody sounded in her ears.
This was the song she heard when she first met Zhang Xing. At that time, she only felt that the melody was good, but she didn't know what the lyrics were.
But later, when she parted with Zhang Xing, Zhang Xing sang this song again when she was crying.
At that time, she deeply understood Zhang Xing's feelings and the sorrow of parting.
"Don't cry, my most beloved one …"
Tonight, I'm like a blooming epiphyllum
Withering at the most beautiful moment
Your tears can't stop the withering … "
The song continued, as if Zhang Xing was softly reciting in her ears.
Na Bao slowly opened her eyes. She saw a familiar face. He was still so young and handsome, and he still had a gentle smile on his face.
"I'm not withering at the most beautiful moment … Am I ugly now?"
"You're not ugly. You're still beautiful."
"Then continue singing. I have no regrets in this life if I can hear you sing this song at the end of my life!"
Na Bao still thought that she was in an illusion.
"Don't cry, my most beloved one …"
Know that I won't wake up again
Blinking in the most beautiful night sky …
My eyes are the most dazzling starlight … "
As she listened, Na Bao's eyes lit up. Her thoughts returned to the past …
After a long time, the song ended, but the voice was still echoing in her mind. But why didn't the Zhang Xing in front of her disappear? She also didn't feel that she was going to die.
Na Bao stared at Zhang Xing for a full five minutes without blinking. Zhang Xing also smiled and looked at her.
"Bao 'er, you're awake …"
"Zhang Xing, is that you?
Are you back?
Am I not dead? "
"…"