The Little Peacock Raises a Snake (GL) Chapter 42

Outside the flood dragon spiritual cave, on the broken cliff to the left of Soul-Wounding Valley, a woman in black sat quietly on the steep wall with her feet hanging in the air. Her lips were deathly pale, and her gaze drifted as she stared far away at the pale white light rising along the horizon.
Since the night of the blood sacrifice, Qu Linyan had not said a single word. She had not even drunk water or eaten. At first, whenever she woke, she only lay on the bed with her eyes open, staring blankly. Then one day, she suddenly stumbled outside. Since then, she had sat at the edge of that broken cliff, quietly watching the sun and moon rise and fall, no matter the wind, sun, or heavy rain.
The woman who had led the devil clan reinforcements turned back to look at Qu Muqing and frowned. “If this continues, she will not last.”
This woman was called Chu Yuebai. Her origins were unknown. Although she held no official post in the devil realm, she had been chosen early as the future crown princess of the devil clan when the Devil Lord first took the throne, and the Devil Lord valued her deeply. No one in the devil clan dared offend her. A person like this had led devil soldiers here only because Qu Linyan had once saved her life.
These past few days, she had stayed here the whole time. Whenever she had nothing to do, she would look at Qu Linyan from afar, her eyes full of worry.
“Thank you for your kindness, Miss Chu. I will think of a way…” After Qu Muqing spoke, her lashes lowered. Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, and the bottomless exhaustion in her eyes seemed heavy enough to crush a person completely.
After half a second of silence, she still lifted her eyes and raised a bitter smile. “Now that the flood dragon clan has killed a phoenix clan member, we have likely offended the heavenly realm beyond repair. Since Miss Chu is A-Yan’s friend, I hope that when the heavenly realm blames us in the future, the devil realm can leave A-Yan a place to live…”
“If she is willing, Yuebai would be more than happy.” Chu Yuebai looked up at Qu Linyan and sighed. “I only do not know when she can pull herself together.”
Qu Muqing thought for a long time, then said, “I have a way. I hope Miss Chu can cooperate.”
Chu Yuebai leaned close to listen. The confusion in her eyes slowly turned into shock. In the end, she stepped back two paces, frowned, and shook her head.
“If a lie can let her spend the rest of her life healing, then anything is worth it.” Qu Muqing only smiled faintly. “She will get better. All pain will pass in the end.”
Chu Yuebai said nothing.
The night had passed, but could the light of the first sun truly shine on a heart that had sunk into eternal darkness?
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“Xiangsi, you were wrong.”
“How was I wrong? I only wanted to save you. A thousand years ago and a thousand years later, I only wanted to save you!”
“Can a person whose heart is dead still count as alive?”
“She was only a human. She died, so you no longer wanted to live?”
“No. The moment I went with her was the first time in my life that I felt I had lived so truly. From then on, life after life would have been something to look forward to…”
“It was you. You erased everything, imprisoned my soul for a thousand years, and made sure she could never enter reincarnation again! To keep me beside you, you also made my only family suffer for a thousand years. In the end, she was shattered by grief and hated me to the bone!”
“I hate you, Xiangsi… I hate you!”
At the entrance of the flood dragon spiritual cave, Xiangsi’s eyes were red. She held a spirit pearl as flawless as white jade in both hands. The cold waves by her feet soaked her skirt, but she only felt as if her heart had been pierced by needles. Every word and sentence Qu Muqing had said to her echoed beside her ears.
“Do you know? The moment I opened my eyes, I felt the thing I regretted most in this life was taking you in…”
She lowered her eyes and looked at the thing in her hands. It was not some spirit treasure, only the pure inner core of a white flood dragon.
For a thousand years, she had protected that body and that wisp of soul for a full thousand years. In the end, Qu Muqing had still left before her eyes, full of hatred.
“Leave. Go! Leave the flood dragon clan and never come back! I do not want to see you. A-Yan does not want to see you either!”
Thinking about it, perhaps she deserved this.
She had shattered that human’s soul, hidden the truth of Qu Muqing’s departure, and tricked Qu Linyan into risking life and death for a thousand years.
She had discovered Fu Xiaoba’s identity inside the Dreamweaving Shuttle, used the poison of tearstains to plant an inner demon in her body, and schemed for her to expose her identity when the fox princess performed the Nirvana Ceremony. That drew the heavenly soldiers and generals. Then, while Qu Linyan had no way to split herself, Xiangsi tied Fu Xiaoba to the sacrificial platform, burned her heart, and took her blood.
To keep Qu Muqing behind, she had become so low that she used any means. In the end, all she received was a heart full of wounds and hatred. Only in that moment did Xiangsi discover that Qu Muqing hated her. Qu Muqing hated her so much she wished they had never known each other in this life.
Despair and regret crushed the last bit of hope in her heart at that moment. She turned and fled, as if she wanted to escape the cage that had trapped her all her life.
But she could not escape. From the moment Qu Muqing had stood in white on the cliff peak and smiled while reaching out to her, she had known that her drifting heart had been completely imprisoned by that flood dragon woman.
She was a Tearstain Flower, an unlucky thing that should have been doomed to loneliness for life. In the end, wherever Qu Muqing was, she would land and take root until her life withered completely.
She left the flood dragon spiritual cave and left Soul-Wounding Valley, but her heart hurt so much she could almost no longer breathe.
She tried hard to put everything down. She closed her eyes and lay on the ground, changing into her original form. Her roots stretched deep into the soil. After several days of wind and rain, she opened her eyes again, only to discover that all the plants around her had withered.
Right. How had she forgotten? She was born as an unlucky thing.
In this world, aside from barren cliffs where no grass or tree grew, only Qu Muqing had ever been able to tolerate her.
She bit her lower lip hard, hugged her knees tightly, sat on that withered soil, and cried until her voice broke.
She had to go back. Whether Qu Muqing beat her or scolded her, even if Qu Muqing demanded her life as payment for her old sins, she would have no complaint.
But when she returned to that familiar place and walked into Qu Muqing’s bedroom, she only saw Chu Yuebai holding a square wooden box, looking at her somewhat helplessly. “Miss Xiangsi, this is…”
Xiangsi hesitated, then walked forward.
She could sense a very familiar spiritual aura inside that wooden box. The feeling left her lost, like a lonely ghost who had lost everything and could no longer find the courage to keep living.
Inside the box was a farewell letter.
“A-Yan, my younger sister.
When you see this letter, I will already have gone with the wind.
I know you will be sad, but I also believe you are a strong child. No setback in this world should crush you. I have not been by your side for a thousand years. You are long used to a world without me. But you are not alone, because for the rest of your life, I will stay with you forever in another way.
Speaking of it, fate truly makes fools of people. I once wanted only to live simply without fighting the world, yet I also promised our parents I would protect you and the whole flood dragon clan. For many years after they left, I did very well. But I know that from the moment I met Quezhi, I became a coward. Xiangsi once said I was mad. I think she was right. I had never wanted so badly to follow one person’s footsteps. Even from life to death, I did not want to stop.
Back then, I clearly chose to go with her. Yet fate played a trick on me, letting me fall into a nightmare I could not wake from while holding the hope that I would meet her in the next life.
The moment I opened my eyes, I saw you covered in wounds and your eyes full of despair. I felt as if my whole world had begun collapsing.
I was so afraid you would tell me what had happened all these years. I was so afraid to know what price you had all paid to save me.
I was afraid that the dream I stubbornly chased yet never touched had made you sacrifice too much for me. I was afraid that I had failed to keep my next-life promise with her and also failed the duties I should have carried in this life. I was afraid that my choice had hurt every person I cared about…
In the end, everything I feared truly happened.
All of it pressed heavily on my chest until I could hardly breathe. It was like being wrapped by an inner demon. Whether I opened or closed my eyes, whether I was dreaming or awake, I had nowhere to escape.
I hate that my leaving made you bear so much. I hate that my obsession turned you into what you are now. I hate even more that my waking made you lose the person you treasured most. A-Yan, I wanted so much to make it up to you, only to find that I had nothing left.
Thinking of it this way, you should hate me. I deserve it too.
I know you, Xiangsi, and the clansmen all did a great deal for me. Every one of you wanted to save me. Every one of you acted for my good. But not one of you asked me whether I wanted to open my eyes again.
I can no longer bear those duties. I have long become someone who can only run away like a coward. Everything you paid for me makes me no longer know how to face this world each day after opening my eyes, or how to face every person who has placed hopes on me.
A-Yan, I am sorry. I truly have no strength to keep going.
Miss Chu told me that the devil clan has a forbidden technique. Even if the life soul no longer exists, it can still use something the dead person owned in life to call and guide the spirit. The price required is thousands of years of cultivation. Your elder sister truly hopes you can put down every chain and live for yourself from now on. So I leave all the cultivation of this life to you. I only hope you will absorb it and find the person you treasure most in your heart.
Finally, please forgive your elder sister’s cowardice. Whether eight hundred years ago or eight hundred years later, I still stubbornly chose to leave you.
This time, do not look for me again. I am willing for my soul to scatter completely and my body to turn to ash, drifting away with the wind. She should be the wind and rain, every ray of light between heaven and earth. I will also stay with her forever and not fail that promise from a thousand years ago.
Qu Muqing.”
Xiangsi suddenly closed her eyes and lifted her head, taking a deep breath toward the dim world outside.
“A-Qing, let me stay by your side. Whether in life or death, I will be by your side.”
In the next second, her body turned inch by inch into gray-white mist inside a soft white spiritual light. Bit by bit, it merged into that inner core. In the end, even her three souls and seven spirits vanished with it.
Chu Yuebai stood behind her, quietly looking at the inner core in which the two demons had fused. A hard-to-name bitterness rose in her heart.
“You clearly did not hate her. Why did you drive her away with such hurtful words?”
“If not, should I let her watch me die? For a thousand years, they have already given too much for me. Too much…”
But Qu Muqing, she cannot leave you. No matter how hurtful your words are, you cannot drive her away.
In the end, she still came back. No matter love or hatred, life or death, she never left you.
The Tearstain Flower withered, and all the flower poison scattered. Only that grief flowed out with the water, rose straight into the clouds under the blazing sun, and finally turned into drifting heavy rain, waking the dying person by the cliff.
Chu Yuebai walked to Qu Linyan’s side and placed the inner core in that palm so dirty its flesh color could no longer be seen. Then she placed the small wooden box beside her.
“There is something I never told you… Have you not always wondered why you were still alive after destroying your inner core in the human world? Of course it was not Fu Xiaoba who saved you. The price of using heart blood to save a person has always been a life for a life… The person who saved you that day was me.”
“Women of our Green Lizard clan have practiced for generations a forbidden soul-returning technique that can only be activated with Blue-Green Light. It causes almost no harm to the person being revived. The price of the technique is cultivation. The more incomplete the soul of the person being revived, the greater the price the caster must pay.”
“I knew you wanted to save Qu Muqing, so I did not tell you about this. After all, I saved you only because you once saved my life with yours. Other people’s lives had nothing to do with me.” As Chu Yuebai spoke, she lowered her lashes. “You should know what this is. They both willingly did this for you, so this inner core will not reject you at all. Absorb it, and in the three realms, few people will still be able to stand against you.”
“It is not that I cannot save Xiaoba for you. It is only that the price is too great. I will lose all the cultivation of my life. Before that, I must ensure my own benefit.” Chu Yuebai said, “I want you to submit to the devil clan and fight for us. When the heavenly realm can no longer stop the devil clan from freely entering and leaving the earth realm, I will save her for you.”
Qu Linyan had not moved even an inch for more than ten days and had not eaten or drunk. She had already become like the stones by the cliff, or like a withered plant. But when that salty rain, like tears, fell, she felt all the pain pressed down in her heart break through every false calm like a burst dam.
With her dry, hoarse throat, she looked at the sky and cried out in despair, as if she wanted to pour out all her anger and unwillingness. But in the end, only lightning, thunder, wild wind, and sudden rain answered her again and again.
After a long time, she finally quieted.
With trembling hands, she crushed the inner core in her palm.
At that moment, white spiritual light gently wrapped around her. The rain falling from the sky could no longer touch her body at all.
She closed her eyes, buried her head deep between her knees, and could not stop trembling softly.
Her three thousand strands of black hair all turned white.
Chu Yuebai could not help turning away and quietly shedding tears.
Lies in this world were often half true and half false. Even Qu Muqing, who had proposed this lie, did not know that Chu Yuebai truly did know the forbidden soul-returning technique, and truly had secretly saved Qu Linyan before. It was only that even the strongest spell could not create something from nothing. Without the life soul to bind it, scattered souls could never be found again.
Because of this, Chu Yuebai had to make a demand no one could fulfill in a thousand or ten thousand years, hoping Qu Linyan could rely on that faint thread of hope to stand again.
After that, time would eventually wear down and soothe the pain deepest in her heart, the kind too hard to speak of.
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“This comb is called Severing Love Threads. After many immortals and gods complete a tribulation, if they cannot let go of their mortal past, they rely on it to forget.”
“Take it to the Dustfall Platform and drink a bowl of Dust-Leaving Water. You only need to comb three times. The first pass forgets bonds. The second forgets mortal dust. The last pass… forgets love.”
The woman in blue walked step by step onto the Dustfall Platform surrounded by immortal mist. She lifted her eyes and looked around at the empty surroundings. Loneliness flashed through her eyes. In the end, she only closed her eyes, shook her head, and smiled bitterly.
She sat sideways on the Dustfall Platform, lowered her eyes, and stared at the clear glassy crescent comb in her hand. Her reluctance filled her gaze.
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“Tomorrow, I will fight for you. If the people of the heavenly realm want to take you away, they must step over my corpse first… For you, I am willing.”
“Xiaoba, wait for me to come back.”
“If Qu Linyan betrays you one day, burn it to ash. At that time, no matter where you are, I will sense it.”
“As long as you need me, even if you are on a mountain of blades, in a sea of fire, in dragon pools or tiger dens, I will come save you.”
The vines that pierced her chest pulled every drop of blood from her body bit by bit on that sacrificial platform surrounded by fierce flames.
She could feel herself slowly dying. It was so clear.
Below the platform, everyone looked at her with cold eyes.
In the pain of having her heart burned and blood taken, she waited. She waited from full awareness until her mind blurred, but in the end, she did not wait for anyone.
No one came to save her.
So no matter how much strength she used to try to live, it was useless.
No one came to save her.
She waited without hope and despaired in the waiting.
In the end, she woke from despair.
Five hundred years had been one great dream. When she opened her eyes, she could not tell what was dream and what was outside the dream, or what was real.
“Susu!” Ciyin tightly held Yun Su’s cold hand, her eyes full of worry.
She saw Yun Su looking at her with very strange eyes. Those bloodshot eyes were full of pain, enough to make anyone’s heart ache with one glance.
“Susu, I am Ciyin. A-Yin! Why are you looking at me like that? Do not scare me!” Ciyin spoke anxiously, and her tears fell uselessly all over the place.
“A-Yin…” Seeing Ciyin cry like this made Yun Su’s heart tremble. She hesitated and said, “This is… the heavenly realm?”
“It is the heavenly realm! Susu, you came back. Your tribulation succeeded! You are an upper god now. You never have to suffer again, and no one will dare bully you again!” As Ciyin spoke, she hugged Yun Su hard, who had just barely sat up. Ciyin said, wronged, “I waited so long for you. Five hundred years. If you still did not come back, I was almost going to think you did not want to play with me anymore.”
Her memories of being an immortal in the heavenly realm for more than two thousand years slowly returned. She remembered who she was, remembered that sword strike five hundred years ago, and remembered the reason she had descended for a tribulation.
One lifetime in the mortal world was only a trial to her. Once she achieved the proper result, she could abandon it.
But those past mortal matters would not leave her heart. The demon who had not accompanied her for very long seemed carved into her heart. Every word and action, every frown and smile, even every promise that had not been kept, was like knives and swords, stabbing her until it hurt so much.
Yun Su clenched her teeth hard, wanting to hold back the tears in her eyes. In the end, she could not stop herself from burying her face in Ciyin’s arms and sobbing softly.
Suddenly, she sensed a familiar spiritual aura. After hesitating, she lifted her head and saw the person she had not been able to wait for in the “dream,” not even by death.
Ciyin sensed Fu Zhuochen’s arrival. After a moment of not knowing what to do, she came back to herself, quickly and sensibly ran outside, pushed Fu Zhuochen in, and pulled the door closed behind him.
He was still dressed in red. His face had not changed. He stood quietly outside the door, yet he seemed separated from her by a whole lifetime for no reason. His gaze dodged and kept a distance, no longer like it had been before.
After several seconds of looking at each other, Fu Zhuochen spoke. “Xiaoba, that day…”
“Fu Xiaoba died.” Yun Su closed her eyes and clenched her hands. Her body could not stop trembling. She endured the resentment filling her heart and softly stated a fact. “She kept waiting, but no one went to save her. The black flood dragon was like that, and so were you.”
Shock flashed through Fu Zhuochen’s eyes. His heavy wounds had not healed yet, and he still could not see anything clearly. He could only vaguely make out colors and shapes. Although he could see a thin figure sitting on the bed, he did not know what expression she had now, or whether there was hatred in her eyes.
Her almost cold tone just now threw his heart into disorder. He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, then stopped. In the end, he swallowed the fishy sweetness rising in his throat and pushed down every word that had reached his lips. He cupped his hands and bowed to Yun Su, respectfully saying, “Upper God Yun Su, that was your tribulation. I am only a small demon. How could I have stopped it?”
Yun Su could not help biting through her lower lip. Tasting that faint blood, she asked softly, “Then on that day… where were you?”
Fu Zhuochen asked back, “Is that important?”
Was it not important? Whether you wanted to come save me, whether in your eyes I was Fu Xiaoba or Yun Su, was none of that important at all?
Yun Su quietly looked at the person before her, her eyes full of questions. But his gaze did not change at all, as if he did not care about a single feeling in her eyes.
“You are right. It is not important at all.” After a long silence, Yun Su finally smiled at herself. Her words were full of grief. “The past is nothing but passing smoke.”
Ciyin had pressed her ear to the door and was secretly listening. She had not expected the two to finish their conversation in only a few sentences. In the next second, Fu Zhuochen pulled the door open. She quickly stood straight, lifting one finger in surprise as if wanting to say something. In the end, she could not say a word. She only stared blankly as Fu Zhuochen’s figure disappeared from her sight.
At the end, Ciyin turned back to look at Yun Su inside the room and saw her bury her head between her knees, trembling all over as she sobbed softly.
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Outside Northern Xuan Palace, Zhiming took a jade pendant from his waist and placed it in Fu Zhuochen’s hand. “Take this. From now on, you may freely enter and leave the heavenly realm.”
Fu Zhuochen lowered his brows and roughly felt the jade pendant. He felt that it was shaped like the Black Tortoise’s true body, turtle and snake together. To Zhiming, it was likely deeply meaningful, and carried a bit of “seeing this is like seeing me.” For a moment, Fu Zhuochen found it funny and could not help mocking himself. “Why would I come to the heavenly realm again? Is anyone here welcoming me?”
Zhiming asked, “You do not want to see Yun Su anymore?”
Fu Zhuochen shook his head. “She does not want to see me.”
Zhiming frowned. “Did she say that herself?”
“She resents me. I can feel it. Why would she need to say it?” As Fu Zhuochen spoke, he tried to stuff the jade pendant back into Zhiming’s hand, but Zhiming’s fingers were clenched tightly, and no matter what, Fu Zhuochen could not push it back. He could only sigh. “Fine. I will reluctantly accept it for now. It will not be too late to return it after I drink your wedding wine.”
Zhiming looked up into the distance and sighed. “The heavenly realm has a magic artifact called Severing Love Threads and a spiritual platform called the Dustfall Platform. Any immortal or god who cannot let go of the mortal past after a tribulation can go there to cut off every connection to what came before…”
Fu Zhuochen was silent.
“She is in too much pain like this. I will advise her to forget,” Zhiming said. “Perhaps the next time you meet, she will no longer recognize you.”
Fu Zhuochen thought for a moment, then smiled. “Upper God Yun Su does not need to remember an untrustworthy demon like me anyway.”
As he said this, he seemed to remember something. He lifted his eyes and asked, “But what about you? Do you truly plan to keep going on like this?”
Zhiming did not understand. “What are you talking about?”
“When you repaired Yun Su’s soul, aside from Yun Su’s life soul, the Nether Soul Lamp also held half a wisp of Youjing.” After Fu Zhuochen spoke, he frowned. “You can hide it from Ciyin, but you cannot hide it from me. Who did that half-wisp of Youjing belong to?”
Zhiming was silent.
Youjing governed the desire for love and hatred. Unless someone had decided to cut off love and hate, who would split it in two and seal away half?
Seeing Zhiming did not answer, Fu Zhuochen directly spoke the guess in his heart. “That half-wisp of Youjing is yours.”
Zhiming turned his back to Fu Zhuochen. “It is only a useless thing. With or without it, I will care for Yun Su for the rest of my life.”
“I wondered why you changed so much. So after Yunni left, you gave up love and hatred.” As Fu Zhuochen spoke, he waved a hand and turned away. “Do as you like. I cannot manage you immortals’ affairs. But think carefully for yourself. Is this fair to Yun Su?”
Fu Zhuochen left. Before going, he left only one final sentence. “You advise her to forget. But what about yourself?”
Zhiming did not turn back and gave no reply. He only stood alone in place and thought for a long time.
At last, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
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Zhiming silently transferred spiritual power to Yun Su and adjusted her breath. Seeing her spirit so weak, he casually said, “Fu Zhuochen left.”
Yun Su held the medicine in her hands. Her drifting gaze looked at Zhiming. Loss faintly showed in her eyes, but in the end, she only asked, “Why am I still alive?”
Zhiming said, “Before you descended, I had Ciyin secretly use the Nether Soul Lamp to protect your life soul.”
“Xiao…” The familiar name had clearly reached her lips, but it stuck in her throat. Yun Su paused for a long time, blinked, and changed the way she spoke. “What about the black flood dragon? How is she?”
“She did not die. She was only heavily wounded.” Zhiming’s tone was very flat, like he was speaking of something ordinary. “Eight hundred heavenly soldiers would be more than enough to destroy three hundred flood dragons. If I returned without fighting, even if I could bring you back, the Heavenly Emperor would surely be furious. But I once saw in the Reincarnation Mirror that the devil clan woman had made a promise to you two, so I delayed for a little while. As expected, the devil clan reinforcements arrived.”
Yun Su said, “If the devil soldiers had not gone…”
“Then I would have had no reason to withdraw.” Zhiming lowered his brows and explained seriously, “I would have killed the black flood dragon and wiped out the flood dragon clan. Otherwise, I could not answer to the Heavenly Emperor.”
Yun Su gripped her sleeve hard. Her reddened eyes were full of hurt.
How could she blame Qu Linyan, who had stood there alone, for failing to protect her? If the devil soldiers had not arrived that day, Qu Linyan, and even the entire flood dragon clan, would have died by Zhiming’s hand.
In the end, if Qu Linyan had never met her, she would never have reached the day when she became enemies with the heavenly realm and was abandoned by all her clansmen.
It was her. Everything was because of her…
Zhiming was silent for a long time. A glassy crescent comb appeared in his hand. “If it hurts too much, forget it.”
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“Forget it,” she said to herself.
She held the Severing Love Threads comb in one hand and gently touched the long hair before her chest with the other. She could not stop murmuring softly, “I almost harmed you. I am sorry.”
Zhiming said, how could love in this world truly be carved into the bones? As long as one wanted to forget, nothing could not be forgotten.
It was only three gentle strokes. One comb to forget bonds. Two combs to forget mortal dust. Three combs to forget love.
After that, the past would be like a dream. All of it could be thrown away.
She had been timid since birth. She feared bitterness, feared pain, and feared even more the thousands upon thousands of years to come, every day and night whether awake or dazed, when the moment she remembered that figure she could never see again, her heart would feel cut by knives.
Her eyes reddened. The hand holding the comb trembled softly. After hesitating again and again, she finally gathered her courage and combed from top to bottom in one stroke.
All the mortal world passed before her like flowers seen from horseback. Wuyou Valley, Wuzhou, Fenglu, Qianyang, the flood dragon spiritual cave. She lived through each one, yet in her memories, only the person who had accompanied her through them was missing.
For one moment, she forgot why she was crying, and why she could not bear to part with everything in the mortal world.
But after a brief hesitation, she lowered the comb again. Everything in those memories scattered like smoke.
A tear fell onto the Severing Love Threads comb. She suddenly felt dazed, and her gaze could not stop drifting away.
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After Yun Su left the Dustfall Platform, she walked aimlessly through the heavenly realm for a long time. After going in circles, she finally ran into Zhiming, the one who had an engagement with her.
Zhiming quietly looked at her, his gaze as calm as it had been in the past.
She smiled and lifted a hand to greet Zhiming. Seeing that Zhiming had little reaction, she awkwardly touched behind her ear and began trying to find something to say. “Um… I heard people say Divine Lord once descended with me for a tribulation?”
Zhiming said, “It cannot be counted as accompanying you. It was only a hurried few decades. Birth, aging, sickness, and death passed before I had even half a connection with you.”
“Is that so…” Yun Su could not help freezing. For some reason, an unreasonable sense of loss rose in her heart. “Then I… who did I have a connection with?”
Zhiming was silent for a long time, then called her name. “Yun Su.”
“Ah?” Yun Su came back to herself.
Zhiming said seriously, “Since you have already put down the past, you do not need to think about it anymore.”
He said, from now on, for thousands and thousands of years, I will follow your wishes. As long as you can be happy, anything is fine.