Be it humans or demonic beasts, they were all living beings and should not be treated differently. Speaking from a human's point of view, wasn't it too despicable of her?
There would always be things that she wanted to do but could not achieve. What she wanted to do, what she could do, she had already tried her best.
It turned out that the passing of life was only a matter of a moment. It was so fast that one could not imagine it. Not all fates could be controlled by oneself. Some people had the ability to resist, but could only accept it silently. Some people did not have the ability, but repeatedly rose up.
Was it really necessary to cling on to something that was simply impossible?
The little girl struggled to open her eyes, her whole body trembling from the pain. "Sis … Sister!" Just a few words had already exhausted almost all of her strength.
Yan Yue squatted down and slowly picked up the little girl with one hand, bringing her into her embrace. Was it already … hopeless!
"En!"
The strong desire to live in her eyes made Yan Yue apprehensive. However, her heart meridians were destroyed, and her Jin Dan was ruptured. It was already too late to reverse the situation.
"Sis … Sister!"
The little girl's hand tightly grasped Yan Yue's thumb, and a weak voice sounded in her mind. "Please help me, help me tell my mother, I'm sorry, I, I … miss her so much!"
I love her ~ The little girl's memories continuously flowed from her hand into Yan Yue's mind. Her past, her wishes.
Also, the thing that she could not let go of the most was her human mother.
She had ignored her mother's objections and resolutely left home, stepping into the world of cultivation. However, in her heart, she had always been worried about her mother.
Every time, she would secretly return home and look at her old mother from afar. She had already lost the courage to approach her.
It was her own willful escape, how could she still have the face to see her!
Every time she stood there for a few days, she would secretly sprinkle spiritual pills in the well water and fields of her home, hoping that her mother could be like her, and live a long life.
But why, mother, why are you getting older and older!
Are you still blaming me?
I'm sorry … I'm sorry, she kept apologizing in her heart, but her legs felt like they were filled with lead, and she could not take a step forward … I still did not have the courage to face you.
But now, I really, really want to see you again. I really want to say to you, 'Mother, I'm sorry, I love you!' But I know that I don't have the chance anymore. I'll never, ever see you again …. '.
The passing of life was like a passing lantern. She did not know if it was her memories or if she wanted to convey them to her, but the weak aura was about to dissipate, and the light of her soul had been extinguished. In the end, she could not save her. She could only watch her step by step into the abyss of death.
Her blood flowed onto his body. It was the brightest color, and it was even more scorching than the red flames.
A sense of helplessness and guilt crept into Yan Yue's heart. Her heart ached a little, and she hated herself for being so useless. She clearly wanted to do something, but she couldn't do it no matter what. She could only watch and feel this body that was slowly turning cold. It was as if she could see her own fate in her body …
Yan Yue raised her other hand and placed it on the girl's face. The person who had called her sister just now could no longer speak. In this world, she felt that death had such a deep impact on her.
She had always wandered in this world as an outsider. To her faraway home, this could even be said to be an illusory world. She had never wanted to invest too much emotion, and she had never felt so deeply. She, was indeed a person of this world.
The people here were not fake. They had blood, flesh, hearts, and emotions. They were not playing the pre-programmed programs in games. They really existed. It was just that they were not in the same world as her own country.
How long was she going to ignore them like this? How long was she going to ignore the lives and emotions of this world under the guise of going home? How long was she going to watch coldly from the sidelines? She was not the messenger who ruled this world. There was no reason, no reason, to find more excuses for her selfishness …
Mother …
'Master …' Seiya knelt behind Yan Yue. His hands wrapped around Yan Yue's waist, and his head gently pressed against her back. He did not want to become like this. He did not want to be like this. "Master ~"
The little girl's body turned into pieces bit by bit. She was blown away by the wind to an unknown place.
Yan Yue placed her hands on the pair of hands on her waist. Her eyes lowered and flashed. When she raised them again, she had already returned to her usual self. She turned her head slightly and smiled at Seiya. "I'm fine!" Her heart sank even more.
She held onto Seiya's arm and slowly stood up. Her eyes suddenly went blank. A strong dizziness came over her mind. She felt as if she was going to fall again.
"Master!"
Seiya held onto Yan Yue who was about to fall. He anxiously shouted, "Master, what's wrong?" Why did her face suddenly become so pale?
In front of her was a blurry scene. She could vaguely see a white mark in front of her. She shook her head bitterly and opened her eyes again. The originally blurry scene was like the night gradually turning into dawn. It began to become clear. "Seiya?"
Leaning lightly on his body, Yan Yue covered her chest with one hand to ease the heartbeat that was about to jump out of her throat. That extremely fast heartbeat was like a drum. It beat again and again on her heart, causing her entire body to tremble along with it.
Was it because she had neglected her training …
When she finally felt better, Yan Yue slowly retreated from Seiya's embrace. "Let's go!
Let's go find the beast and the others! "
Their figures were not among these people. She hoped, believed, prayed, hoped that they were fine!
However, Seiya did not follow her. "Master!"
Seiya stood in the same place without moving. His drooping hair still made it impossible for others to see the expression on his face. "Master, do you want to save them?" His calm voice was so quiet that it was frightening.
Yan Yue stopped in her tracks. Her expression was slightly stunned. She turned around and replied indifferently, "They are friends!" The meaning was unclear. So I can't ignore them.
Then what about me … Master!
Seiya raised his hand and pulled out the hair band that Yan Yue had tied his hair. He walked step by step towards Yan Yue. He tied the hair band in his hand onto her hand. He slowly lowered his body and lightly kissed her forehead. "I like you, Master!" The same words, but it was a different feeling. The same tone, but it was a different emotion.
The ice blade cut open Seiya's arm. Blood immediately flowed out. It flowed down his wrist, the back of his hand, and between his fingers, dripping onto the ground.
The abnormal smell of blood made Yan Yue instantly come back to her senses. Seiya?
Why did he have to do this?
Seiya slightly narrowed his eyes. He slowly moved back and looked at Yan Yue with a smile. Compared to the initial naivety, his sweet smile seemed to have a different maturity.
The darkness buried me. In the distant silence of tens of thousands of years, I silently slept, quietly waiting for the flowers to bloom … I thought that I finally didn't have to hesitate. The sun in the sky, I received its grace all day long, but I never saw it with my own eyes. It was more dazzling than I imagined. The warm world, I no longer wanted to leave. I no longer wanted to wait in the darkness for tens of thousands of years.
I thought that this was the warmth I was looking for. However, the warmth that no one cared about was the same as the cold soil. Even if layers of light shone on it, it was still an invisible darkness.
Even if the flowers bloomed, my heart was still deeply buried in the darkness. It was still quietly waiting, waiting for the flowers to bloom.
Fate and I, in the end, will overlap. I, who don't have a heart, am not worthy. I have too much to ask for.
'Yan Yue, my Master, I'm sorry.'