Chapter 93 Memory Greenhouse: The movements were rough, as if after a long period of restraint...

Sang Li spat out a rose petal from her mouth.

She stared silently at Fei Ling, somewhat angrily: "You separated us."

"You don't really care about him, do you?" Fei Ling asked.

His breath remained on her skin.

It's a bit sticky.

Just like dew that has been stored in a flower bud for a long time, and then turned into honey.

Fei Ling was always smiling, and Sang Li even felt that he was looking at other people's souls through himself.

She remained suspicious and didn't say anything.

The air was enveloped by the crimson hue.

Fei Ling still wouldn't let go, hugging her even tighter as if she were being affectionate: "Why would you care about someone like that? If Chi Du saw this, he would definitely go crazy. I'm much better; I'm very magnanimous. I didn't do anything to him, did I? Why don't you come with me? Let's go somewhere no one else can find us."

"..."

He's a smooth talker when it comes to sweet nothings, and he's poured his heart out to countless young girls.

Fei Ling's arms wrapped around her, almost as if she wanted to meld her into his very bones.

But Sang Li did not experience any physical agitation or infatuation.

The scent of roses permeated her breath, like some kind of obsession seeping from the depths of his body.

Sang Li felt a tightness in her chest, yet she couldn't break free from it.

"Feiling," she finally spoke, her voice turning cold, "what exactly do you want?"

They lured themselves here.

Fei Ling lowered her eyelashes, her eyes deep and unfathomable, like the bottom of a black lake.

After a long while, he slowly spoke.

“This place is one of my abilities. Have you forgotten? You stored your memories here with me. But I know you probably have forgotten,” he whispered, his lips almost touching her ear, his words trembling.

Sang Li even felt that Fei Ling would bite her ear and then suck on it little by little.

Until her ears turned as red as roses.

Fei Ling felt different from Lu Jin, Amber, Bai Heng, and Chi Du; she was like gentle water, yet capable of seeping into every crevice. Fei Ling wasn't afraid to get angry or lose her temper; she always had a beautiful smile on her lips, like a cat.

"Give me a kiss, and I'll tell you." Fei Ling looked at her with her beautiful eyes. "Okay?"

"Did you do this before?" Sang Li asked, somewhat incredulous.

Fei Ling's tone was always soft.

Although Sang Li knew she couldn't refuse at all.

Fei Ling: "Yes, you've been ignoring me for too long."

He breathed in her scent.

Sang Li snorted: "There must be something you did wrong that's why I didn't choose you. How could someone as kind as me be treated badly when you're good to me?"

"Yes, you must be upset that I didn't look for you. You don't know, I spent all the time you were gone in the flower room. It's full of roses that belong to you." Fei Ling kissed Sang Li's forehead lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water, very devoutly.

"A greenhouse?" Sang Li asked.

Fei Ling smiled and said, "This is one of my unusual abilities, called the Memory Flower Room."

"What is its function?" A hint of doubt flashed in Sang Li's eyes.

“This is not reality.” Fei Ling loosened her grip slightly, gently placing her hand on her chest. “It’s a vessel for memories, a space I preserved with my abilities. And you, Sang Li, this is the place you entrusted to me. This is all your past.”

He looked at her, a bitter smile curving his lips like a flower about to wither: "You said, 'If I lose my memory, please keep the part of me that I least want to forget.' I've looked at that memory many times. I'm willing to share the pain with you."

Is this what it means to have memories you like or dislike?

but.

Based on my own understanding, I probably wouldn't categorize memories into different levels, since I'm willing to accept both the good and the bad.

Sang Li was speechless: "Don't lie to me, speak properly."

Fei Ling coughed twice; "Okay, I was wrong."

He reached out and gently wiped away the traces of his kiss from the corner of her lips with his index finger, his tone full of smugness: "How did you find out I was lying? It seems we really are a match made in heaven. If Chi Du knew that your sixth sense could detect me, he would definitely be furious. Let's stay away from that madman, or he'll throw me into the desert."

The surrounding air suddenly swayed, like ripples on water beneath glass.

Fei Ling raised her hand, and a point of white light flowed in her palm.

"Don't worry, I still remember my mission. If you want to know what you forgot, I'll show you now. Oh, by the way, you said this was some kind of 'director's mission,' and that I should complete it properly."

Sang Li: ...This statement should not be a lie.

It sounds just like my own tone.

Fei Ling grabbed her hand.

The next second, they stepped into deep darkness, as if falling into an abyss.

The surrounding area collapsed inch by inch, and the petals swirled and scattered.

As I stopped, a beam of light tore through the night from ahead.

The two stood in an open space, surrounded by desolation, with barbed wire twisting wildly to enclose a flat area.

This is the back garden of the shelter.

The smell of rust mixed with the scent of earth wafted through the air.

It doesn't smell good; the air, which should be fresh, has become somewhat stale.

Right in the center of the open space.

A little Sangli, wearing a dirty gray dress, was squatting alone on the ground, burying something with her hands.

Sang Li's pupils trembled slightly.

It's me when I was a child.

It is also BEAM-071.

“How pitiful.” Fei Ling stood behind Sang Li, bending slightly and resting his chin on Sang Li’s shoulder. “Although I don’t like this memory, I will show it to you completely because you trust me. I have never seen you as a child, and if I had, I would never allow you to suffer.”

Little Sangli's fingernails were covered in mud, her elbows were scraped, and her little face was pale from the wind.

She didn't cry; her face was calm, even with a sense of deathly desolation.

The deathly silence is more dull and heavy than heart-wrenching weeping.

The wind blew through the barbed wire, making a shrill, whistling sound.

Sang Li stood there, as if even the soles of her feet were numb, her throat was tight, and she couldn't say a word.

She couldn't remember.

But my chest feels sore.

She knew that Xiao Sangli wasn't as cold as she seemed; her blood was churning, and her nose was trembling.

The hatred was temporarily buried.

She walked step by step toward the loose soil, looking down at herself squatting on the ground, so thin she looked like she could be blown away by the wind.

Sang Li crouched down and asked softly, "What are you digging for?"

Xiao Sangli didn't look up, stubbornly sticking her fingers into the soil, digging again and again, as if she were completing a destined ritual.

Her voice sounded flat and emotionless: "Grave."

"For whom?" Sang Li asked almost instinctively.

Xiao Sangli paused for a moment, then finally raised her eyes, which were heavy, as if they had been pressing down on the entire night.

“Raven’s,” she said. “Pond crossing.”

"Did you name him?" she asked in a low voice.

“Hmm.” Little Sangli nodded, continuing to dig the hole with her little hands as she earnestly said, “He should have a name, because everyone has a name. As long as you have a name, you will be remembered, and as long as you are remembered, you will live forever. He will come back again and appear before me. But now, I need to hide him first.”

Her tone was flat, which didn't sound like something a little girl would say.

It's more like the spirit of the Day Witch is speaking through her body.

Sang Li's fingertips trembled slightly as her gaze slowly swept over the muddy ground.

She finally noticed that next to the small figure was indeed a box, which looked like some kind of makeshift storage device, pieced together from broken metal pieces and old strips of cloth, and was stained with blood.

The box wasn't big, but it sat heavily on the muddy ground.

Little Sangli finally dug a shallow hole, and then very carefully opened the box.

Inside, black feathers came into view.

The blood had dried, the wings were broken, and the neck was stiff.

With her small, delicate fingers, she stroked its feathers inch by inch.

"I'm sorry," Xiao Sangli said softly, "I failed to protect you this time."

Then, she bent down, gently lifted the raven's carcass, and placed a kiss on its cold forehead.

That was the gentlest burial she could offer.

In an instant, Sang Li felt as if something was stuck in her throat, and a surge of emotions welled up inside her.

But at that very moment, she noticed.

Little Sanley's chest, where, in the instant she bent down to kiss the raven's forehead, it emitted a fleeting, bright flash.

It's like some kind of triggered signal, or it's like...

Common origin imprint?

Is it a mark?

Why is that? Did Chi Du say that he gave him life?

What did I give to Chi Du?

Power?

Or something else?

“It’s because of the shared origin mark that your body became empty and needed so much energy,” Fei Ling said coldly. “Back then, you were trapped in an emotional abyss.”

Fei Ling stood behind her, her voice equally low, revealing a sigh as if she had been waiting for a long time.

As he spoke, the ground suddenly trembled.

“Lili,” Fei Ling’s voice stopped abruptly, her eyes narrowing sharply, “Be careful.”

Little Sanli, who was embracing the "raven's" corpse with her head down, suddenly froze.

The next second, she began to convulse violently, as if an invisible electric current was running through every inch of her nerves.

Little Sangli let out a scream.

"Huh?" Sang Li's heart clenched. Just as she was about to step forward, she saw little Sang Li suddenly tilt her head back. Her eyes were wide open, her pupils were dilated, and fine blood vessels were seeping from the whites of her eyes, like broken glass.

Her mouth was open, but she couldn't make a sound. A mouthful of blood gushed from her nose and the corner of her lips!

The bright red stains on the raven's feathers resembled the completion of some kind of ritual.

Sang Li could almost feel an abnormal magnetic field violently vibrating, and space began to distort, as if an invisible well had been suddenly opened, and what gushed out was not water.

Rather, it is memory, pain, and death.

My chest suddenly felt hot and burning!

Imprint!

“The other part of you.” Fei Ling spoke slowly, her eyes devoid of their usual arrogance, filled only with depth and longing.

The once lifeless raven's feathers trembled slightly in the wind.

Its eyelids seemed to twitch.

The emotional abyss, also known as the collapse of an abnormal entity, is a state of self-isolation and self-destruction that can unleash tremendous energy.

So, he gave his energy to Chi Du?

resurrection?

“It’s not resurrection,” Fei Ling guessed what she was thinking. “Your unusual ability isn’t ‘attraction,’ but ‘love.’

Love can transcend everything.

This turns Ike's "teleportation" into "gap teleportation," allowing him to travel to any place with an anchor point.

Even.

Past and present.

It did not come back to life; rather, the past has replaced the present.

Although Fei Ling didn't want to explain to Sang Li how close her connection with Chi Du had been.

"You have resurrected Chi Du."

Fei Ling spoke with undisguised bitterness: "But you never resurrected me. Didn't you love me? No, you loved me, but you gave your love to too many people. You are a cruel person."

In that instant, Fei Ling's light dimmed, and some emotion was violently stirred.

Sang Li turned to the side: "Don't be jealous, speak properly."

He didn't respond, but stared into her eyes as if trying to dissect and examine every nuance of her words.

Sang Li: "Give me some time. Don't act like a resentful husband who has been abandoned."

Sang Li moved her lips, but before she could finish speaking, Fei Ling suddenly pressed down on her shoulder.

His fingers worked firmly, unbuttoning her clothes one button at a time.

The movements were rough, like a release of pent-up emotions after a long period of restraint.

The fabric made a soft "rip" sound.

The thin neckline was torn open, and the sound of the fabric tearing was particularly jarring.

Below her collarbone, a hidden red mark appeared.

"Hey!" Sang Li was startled.

"I don't like it."

Fei Ling seemed to have been provoked and let out a laugh.

Immediately afterwards, he bit down with his teeth!

Sang Li: !!

The moment Fei Ling's lips touched his, it was like a suddenly blooming flame rose, exploding in Sang Li's heart before he could react.

His restless hands gripped her waist, like a cage made of roses, giving her no room to escape.

She felt his breath spread across her lips, neck, and behind her ears, like gusts of wind passing through a wasteland, carrying the scent of flowers, wildness, and a touch of enchanting, exquisite fragrance. Like a nightmare in the night, it tore at her reason in the gentlest way, forcing her into the abyss.

The bite marks deepened inch by inch, almost etching themselves into the bone and blood.

Her lips lingered on her skin, and Fei Ling's breath was hot and fine, her low, hoarse gasps particularly clear.

Sang Li couldn't help but lean back.

Fei Ling supported her waist.

He bit down again, like a fierce beast that refused to let go, gripping the mark that belonged only to him.

It was as if if he didn't do this, he would be forgotten by her.

At that moment, Sang Li could hardly tell whether it was pain or something else that was quietly exploding deep within her body.

He slipped and fell to the ground.

Fei Ling knelt down, supporting herself with one hand on her side, while the other hand slowly reached towards her neckline.

"Feiling," she raised her hand to stop him, her voice tight, "not now. Don't get carried away. You don't want the first time we meet after I lose my memory to be you taking off my clothes, do you?"

Fei Ling seemed to have been doused with cold water; her movements froze, and the light in her eyes gradually faded.

He didn't back away, but instead lowered his head and moved closer, his forehead gently resting on her shoulder.

Her voice was muffled, carrying a hint of undisguised grievance: "Ever since you met Chi Du, you've been rejecting me."

Sang Li's fingertips trembled slightly.

“We knew each other first,” he continued, his voice even lower, “It was me, it was me who loved you the most.”

The air became heavy, almost solidified, like the oppressive atmosphere before rain, or the surging undercurrents beneath the surface of a lake.

Fei Ling's fingers slowly tightened, stopping restrainedly on the buttons on her chest.

Sang Li felt a pang of pity.

Fei Ling said, "Actually, we were very happy before."

What about memories?

"No, you said there's no need to store these memories, and that the future is still a long way off."