Maybe,

The day the 19-year-old young man walked into the Doya City Church, Li Mingyue began to be curious about him.

Even though it was just a symbol of a savior, a destined fate, a calculated ending, he fell into that similar ideal.

He began to believe in this beauty.

——It is the certainty of mankind, the decision to stubbornly step into the long river of time.

Three children with the surname Su - Su Shaoqing, Su Wensheng, and Su Ming'an - made him realize that human beings are not just about living, they can have touching ideals, like a kind of vibrant innocence.

It turns out that this kind of happiness is really incomparable to anything else.

unique.

"Click."

The bones made a slight sound.

The lives of the people turned into snow, which melted into countless points of light and gathered on Su Mingan's sword.

——That is the deceased’s blessing for new life, and the sound of the rising string that never fades.

Behind the bright moon, frost and snow spread out like white wings.

Jingle bells, jingle bells.

The spirit of words began to peel off and move towards the tip of the sword.

He held Su Mingan's cold hand, and let the sword in his hand move straight forward, aiming at his heart, and pushed forward -

"cluster".

With a calm expression, the tip of the sword pierced his heart, and the torrent of life poured into Su Ming'an's hands.

At a huge cost, continue the "self" of God.

Su Mingan's hands froze. Perhaps he was so sad that his body reacted instinctively and his eyes turned red.

But in His heart... why is there only desolation?

They maintained the hugging posture, and the light in Li Mingyue's eyes dimmed little by little.

Behind him, a snowstorm that lasted for a long time began to fall.

The priests and nuns gathered together as food for their personalities and fed it to Li Mingyue, like grains of white snow.

And the sky is covered with white snow.

——he asked Him softly.

"Ming An...what's your favorite color?"

Su Mingan's pupils trembled: "I don't have a favorite color."

This was the answer that Li Mingyue had taught him. As the savior, he could not reveal his preferences.

But Li Mingyue shook her head:

"Didn't you say... that you like white? Just say it... and it will be fine."

Su Mingan opened his eyes wide. Why are you saying this now? Clearly at that time...

"remember."

"From now on... you can reveal your preferences. You don't have to be afraid of someone using your weaknesses to threaten you. Even if you don't become a vassal of others, don't make choices about yourself, and don't be forced to make concessions... it's all fine."

"Because you..." Li Mingyue's eyes reflected Su Mingan clearly, like a mirror. He spoke slowly, overturning his previous teachings:

"Your will...your determination...makes you hot enough to melt all conspiracies and schemes."

“So, you always have room for naivety. You can always try to have the best of both worlds… You can always stop the trolley from moving forward… Even though your ideal may seem unrealistic to others.”

“But you can do it.”

"So, please be brave and keep this innocent idealism... Ming'an. You are precious."

He was bleeding, but he was smiling.

His smile - it was a kind of free happiness, innocent and naive...

It was as if at this moment, he finally lived like Su Wensheng's last moment.

He smiled and bowed to his idealism and admitted it.

However, Su Ming'an lived like Li Mingyue did at the beginning - calm and peaceful, like frost and snow that had not melted for a thousand years.

Consciousness separated, and the immortal spirit of words was gradually transferred to Li Mingyue through the "transfer object" immortal talisman.

The price is——

Li Mingyue’s thousand-year status, thousand-year abilities, thousand-year emotions, thousand-year soul... and even reincarnation tens of millions of years in the future.

He had lived for so long... and traveled for so long. He clearly still had such a long and beautiful life ahead of him, a life as long as the heavens, but in this year, his long life... was completely cut off, ending on this day.

Just for...

The god who protected him... No.

Protect his children.

He was always there, trying to protect his child.

Blood spread from his heart, and the spirit of words gradually transferred to Li Mingyue's body. Although his status was high, he had no means of resistance. The "ignorance and unconsciousness" in the overlapping curse would be magnified to the limit.

That is to say,

He would become a real frost... an eternal vegetable.

"Smile more." Li Mingyue said softly, with blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

"...Godfather." Su Ming'an looked at Li Mingyue whose eyes gradually became blurred: "...Why. What does this mean? Is it...death?"

He still couldn't understand how great a sacrifice this was, he just felt vaguely... as if a very important person was about to die. It was not until this moment that he realized the deep loneliness that had accumulated for thousands of years in the white-haired man.

In the past, he could respond and promise to remember the other person, but now... he can only calmly stare at the smile on the other person's face, with only a pale desolation in his heart.

"I can't laugh." Su Ming'an said blankly, more and more tears falling from his eyes. These were not tears of sadness, but just some kind of physiological reaction.

It's like...

The nineteen-year-old young man in his heart was crying.

The young man struggled in his heart countless times, trying to stop this sacrifice, but he was suppressed deep in his divinity, covered with scars, and unable to break free.

He roared madly, but was pushed back again and again. He could only watch the new name gradually being engraved on the Ring of Time.

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