At this moment, the scene around Liuli suddenly began to spin rapidly. She watched the scenes flash by in a daze, unable to see what was happening. Finally, the scene froze, and in a small village littered with corpses, two figures embracing each other came into view deep in an alley.

Liuli looked utterly bewildered. She walked over step by step to the two people standing together, and saw that the monk covered in blood had plunged his dagger deep into the heart of a woman in white.

Seeing this scene, Liuli's eyelashes trembled, and her expression became complicated. At this moment, she noticed a gaze from the side, turned her head, and saw Li Molin.

His outstretched hand was only a foot away from the white-clad woman's back, trembling slightly. Liuli followed his hand to his face and saw an expression of extreme grief and tears streaming down his face.

Liuli was stunned. She stared blankly at the tears on Li Molin's face. So, he could cry too? Since she had known him, she had never seen him cry, so she thought his heart had become so cold that he had forgotten how to cry. But it turned out that he could cry too.

Why was he crying? Was it because of her death?

“Little monk, it’s good that you’re awake, it’s good that you’re awake… You must remember, whatever you did, it’s not your fault, it wasn’t your intention, it wasn’t your will… Little monk, you must not blame yourself or feel uneasy, it’s not your fault…”

At this moment, a weak voice came from the side, causing Liuli to turn her gaze away from Li Molin and look at the white-clad woman who was already on her deathbed.

Liuli tilted her head slightly, unable to understand why, even though he had killed her, she still did not harbor any resentment towards him, but instead comforted him in this way.

Amidst the remorseful cries of the blood-covered monk, the woman in white's eyes slumped shut, and her hand slowly slid down.

"Why? Why is this happening?" Liuli frowned, her face full of confusion.

Perhaps because of her confusion, the figures of Shi Chan and Li Molin in front of her faded away, leaving only the woman in white, who was once Liu Li.

The blood on the woman in white gradually dissipated, her white robes fluttering gently in the wind. She slowly opened her eyes, a mischievous and playful smile habitually appearing on her lips, and turned to face Liuli.

At this moment, the area around the two women was completely empty, a chaotic void. One was dressed in black, the other in white, and they looked exactly alike, but their auras were completely different.

Looking at her past self, Liuli asked the question that had been bothering her: "What was it that made you smile and tell him it was okay even after he killed you?"

Liuli tilted her head, smiled brightly, and said matter-of-factly, "Because, I love him!"

Liuli was taken aback, and hesitated before asking, "Love? What is love?"

The figure of Bai Yi Liuli was gradually fading and disappearing. She did not answer Liuli's question and soon vanished.

So the last thing Liuli saw was her mischievous and adorable smile, so happy, as if she never had a single sad thing in her life.

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After the gray-robed monk's figure disappeared, Shi Chan once again fell into the memory maze deep within his heart.

The surrounding scenery changes again and again, but Liuli's figure is always there.

Her cheerful laughter, her big, bright eyes, her nimble, skipping figure, and the concern on her face as she saved him time and time again…

And then there's the tender, loving look in her eyes when she looks at the young lark.

There was even a moment when Shi Chan felt as if he had suddenly turned into a lark, held in her arms, and when he looked up, he was met with her gentle and tender gaze, and he was so captivated by it that he never wanted to leave.

Reminded by the gray-robed monk, Shi Chan knew he should break free from this trance of memories as soon as possible, but he had no idea how to do so. As time dragged on, he no longer wanted to leave; he wanted to stay here, to remain by the side of the once mischievous and adorable Liu Li, and never leave her again.

"Thump..."

A solemn bell suddenly rang in his ears, and Shi Chan's vision blurred for a moment. When he could see clearly again, he was in the Pure Land Mountain. Immediately, an old monk with white eyebrows and a white beard quietly appeared in front of him, and called out with a smile, "Shi Chan."

“Master…” After a moment of stunned silence, a look of excitement appeared on Shi Chan’s face. He hurried over to talk to him properly and tell him how much he missed him.

Before he could even reach the old monk, the old monk's figure vanished. Shi Chan watched helplessly as his smiling face dissipated into specks of light, feeling utterly lost.