"That day is coming soon...it's almost here."

The woman sighed softly.

As she finished speaking, the surrounding flowers seemed to lose their vitality, withering away in patches...

In the blink of an eye, the once dreamlike, enormous flowerbed... had become a desolate, withered wasteland...

But then, something unexpected appeared in the woman's hand: a seven-colored hairpin...

"Please, give this hairpin to Xiaobai for me."

Tianqing hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took it.

"Please tell Xiaobai for me."

"It is said that his mother... is named Bai Suying, and she is currently waiting for him in a higher plane with his father..."

"At that time, he will understand...the truth of everything..."

"Tell him again... his parents hope that he will live a good life, and one day find himself, find... the meaning of life..."

Finally, tell him that he...

Bang.

Before Bai Suyi could finish speaking, her entire body... suddenly turned into specks of light and vanished.

After her death... the entire Immortal Ruins seemed to enter the height of spring, with every corner blooming with colorful flowers.

Among them... the flowers blooming on the mountain peak where the thin boy was... were the most beautiful... and also the most gentle.

Swish.

The young man's eyes flickered, and he appeared in front of the city lord's mansion.

This place... remains the same as always, with that patch of flowers.

But at this moment... he couldn't sense that aura emanating from his bloodline at all.

A gentle breeze blows, carrying the fragrance of flowers... This sea of ​​flowers, like a sky full of stars... seems like a dream he could never forget, even if he devoted his entire life to it.

But after the height of spring comes late spring... then high summer... then... time.

He understood... she was gone.

Just like when I was a child... without saying goodbye, I left quietly.

Everything seems unchanged, yet everything... seems to have changed.

He was no longer that skinny boy, nor was he... the fragile boy.

He wouldn't cry, wouldn't regret, wouldn't grieve... but suddenly felt a void in his heart, as if... something important had been pulled away from his world, from his body.

This left him bewildered.

Having not smoked for a long time... he couldn't help but take out a cigarette and put it in his mouth at that moment.

Click...

A wisp of flame shot out in front of me.

The boy lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

However... what I inhaled was not the familiar smell of smoke, but... the lingering... gentle... fragrance of a sea of ​​flowers.

What stimulated my mind... wasn't the cigarette in my mouth... but rather, those unfamiliar yet exceptionally gentle whispers, like those in early spring.

"noob......"