What you want is me

Fu Ying held Dan Yue's hand tightly and searched on the grassland following the guidance of the contract pattern.

From dusk to sunset, I found the moon rising in the sky, smelling the rich fragrance of moonflowers in the air, confirming them one by one.

As she thought, Luo Heng was indeed escaping and suffered great mental torture. Perhaps, the greatest courage he had in his life was to stab his female self in public.

Fu Ying slowly squatted down, her skirt spreading out on the green meadow.

She used her fingertips to push aside a few clumps of messy weeds and looked at the moonflower hiding among them.

This moonflower curled up in the shadow of the boulder, like a ball of crumpled purple gauze.

It seemed as if it had experienced a long drought and had begun to wither and die, with the closed buds drooping listlessly.

As the night wind blew, its stems trembled and bent, almost falling to the ground, completely different from its peers around it that held their heads high towards the moon.

Fu Ying looked at the dried dark red spot on the bud. The color seemed to have seeped into the veins of the petals. It was the blood stain brought out when Luo Heng stabbed the bone knife into her body with her trembling hands.

"What's wrong with him?" Tanyue cast a shadow behind her, a little confused.

"Afraid of the moonlight." Fu Ying lowered his eyes and looked at the moonflower hiding in the crevice of the rock, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

The moonlight flowed around the boulder, but Luo Heng stubbornly hid itself in the darkness. The petals, which should have stretched out to absorb the moonlight, were tightly wrapped together, as if afraid of the deadly poison.

For a moment, she was expecting that Ni would be the dominant one in Teruyuehua.

But she knew very well that Ni would never hide. He would always face difficulties head-on and live in the face of death.

Luoheng, who once could illuminate the moon, has now become a "monster" that is afraid of moonlight.

"Luoheng?" Fu Ying reached out and touched the flower bud.

As soon as her fingertips touched the petals, the moonflower trembled violently, as if it had been greatly frightened. The stem curled up in panic and pulled away from her fingertips, shrinking deeper into the shadow of the boulder.

"Don't be afraid..." Fu Ying lowered her voice, sniffed the slightly bitter scent of grass and trees, and pursed her red lips.

Danyue looked at Fuying, then at the frightened Luoheng, stood up and walked not far away.

He stopped five steps away, his slender figure lost in the undulating grass waves, the moonlight glazed his azure hair, his eyes fixed on the slender figure sitting cross-legged beside the boulder.

"Luo Heng, perhaps I should have told you earlier that I'm not the Fu Ying you know. I come from another world. I traveled across time and space to the Orc Continent because of you and those hurt males."

"You shouldn't have to face the pain of having your star pattern shattered. I'm here to help you."

"Although I was forced to bear everything for Fu Ying, she owes you this. If it can help you get over the torment of the past, then it's worth it. By the way, look at what this is!"

Fu Ying spoke softly to Zhaoyuehua and took out the eggs from the space.

The eggshell is full of light and pulsates gently.

"That blow of yours nearly prevented this little guy from being born."

"However, he has grown a lot now and will become a very strong cub in the future."

Fu Ying's gentle voice paused, his gaze fixed on the boulder. "But after the cub hatches, someone needs to take care of it. You know, Marquis Buye still has a knot in his heart. He doesn't even realize he's already a father."

In the night wind, the moonflower trembles slightly.

"Luo Heng, the cub needs to be cared for. You and him have a deep bond. Don't you want to make amends?"

I don’t know if Fu Ying’s words touched Luo Heng’s heart.

The moonflower in the crevice of the rock suddenly swayed, its petals unfolded layer by layer, and a rich fragrance emanated. Its slightly yellow leaves gently stretched out, poked out, and touched the glittering eggshell very lightly and carefully.

The cub in the eggshell seemed to smell the fragrance and its heart pulsed with joy.

Fu Ying curled her lips and whispered, "I'm not the real 'Fu Ying'. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. I just hope you can move on from the pain of the past and live freely."

"Luo Heng, I don't blame you."

The sound of supporting the pillars is like a trickle of water, gently seeping into every corner of the cracks in the stone.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly a purple light burst out from the cracks in the rocks!

When the light gradually faded, a thin figure was already squatting beside a rock with his knees hugged. His purple hair was disheveled with dewdrops still on the ends. As he slowly raised his eyes to look at Fu Ying in front of him, his lips trembled slightly.

"Luo Heng?" Fu Ying looked at the orc in front of him who looked exactly like Ni and called out tentatively.

In fact, there is no need to test it. Although they look the same, their temperaments are completely different.

Different from the almost dead darkness and madness on Ni's body, Luo Heng is weak, and even her breathing is trembling.

"Luoheng?" Fu Ying called again, his voice even softer.

Luo Heng's eyelashes trembled violently, her pale lips were tightly pursed, and there was timidity in her purple pupils. Although there was a nine-star pattern blooming on her forehead, it seemed as if she would fall down with a gust of wind.

In a moment, his gaze passed across Fu Ying's heart, and his Adam's apple rolled.

He spoke, a weak voice escaping his lips: "He...can you...save him?"

Fu Ying paused slightly and fell silent.

Of course she knew who the "he" Luo Heng was talking about.

Luo Heng's breathing was short and shallow. He didn't dare to look at Fu Ying, but just held his breath and stared at the swaying grass waves in the distance.

"I...I didn't know he would give me everything. I owe him so much."

The night wind blew up his purple hair, revealing the scar on his heart. It was the last mark of power that Ni had left on him, but it also seemed like a kind of revenge.

"You are very powerful. Can you...save him? I can give him everything."

"Including... this life."

As she spoke, tears gradually appeared in Luo Heng's eyes.

Fu Ying lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow under her eyes. Her fingertips trembled slightly, but she still said in a calm voice: "Luo Heng, I'm sorry, I'm not a god."

She is not the god of creation, so she cannot bring the dead back to life, let alone reverse death, which is the soul's way.

"From the moment he chose to end his own life and let you live, there will be no turning back in this world."

Luo Heng's pupils suddenly contracted, and his whole body froze in place as if struck by lightning.

His body swayed slightly, and the moonlight shone on his arm, burning a scar, but he seemed not to feel the pain. The moon flowers around him all withered at this moment.

The purple petals fluttered like a silent rain.

Luo Heng clenched her fists, as if she had mustered up a lot of courage, and turned to look at Fu Ying.

He met her eyes and squeezed out a hoarse word from his throat: "He said that you...what you wanted from the beginning to the end was me, not him. But I know that you treat him differently."