Chapter 208 You and the World He Cares About Her
The boy didn't dare to move for a moment, fearing that the slightest movement would hurt the girl.
Vifiya knew that he was very flustered, and he was always very understanding.
She said that on purpose, she knew what she had to do to stop his stubbornness.
The boy didn't know what to do. He wanted to keep her, but he was afraid that she didn't want to stay.
He found that no matter what, he had no way to ignore her wishes and do what she didn't want to do.
Does she care about him?
He cares about her, very much, very much, very much, very much, very much...
Her heartbeat, her heartbeat...
What if it doesn't beat anymore?
His heart was trembling violently, and he suppressed his body, not letting it move even a little. She said it hurt.
He didn't dare to think about it anymore, he didn't want to think about it anymore, but he couldn't help thinking about it. Just thinking about her being gone, not being able to see her, made his heart hurt more than his soul being torn apart, so painful that he couldn't speak.
The surging magic power in his body was faintly colliding with him, but he didn't move.
This kind of discomfort was not unfamiliar to him. When he was outside the island, he felt the same discomfort from her, a similar discomfort to hers.
He became strange, and in his heart he felt an inexplicable joy at this realization.
Same feeling as her.
He was caught between two completely different emotions, neither up nor down, extremely contradictory, but unwilling to let go.
He carefully felt the discomfort that was similar to hers. Was she feeling that uncomfortable?
Thinking of this, he burst into tears again, wetting Vifiya's shoulders again.
His crying was so quiet that if it weren't for the warm and wet feeling on his shoulder, Vifiya wouldn't have known he was crying.
A nasal voice asked cautiously, "Can you please not leave?"
Not getting her answer, the boy changed his approach: "Have you completed your plan? Be sure to take me with you next time."
Next time, that is, after the plan is completed, she will still be with him, he will still be able to look at her, and she will still be in front of him.
For the first time, the boy used subtle tricks to indirectly hinder her plan.
Vifiya covered her eyes and fell on the fabric of his shoulders. Even though her head was dizzy and her thoughts could not keep up with the chaos, and the strangeness of the world faded away because of his hug, she could easily understand what he meant.
"Isidore." Her voice was low and weak.
"Talk to me."
Since you are here, please say goodbye to me properly.
"Okay," she thought, and he would do it.
Although she said she was going to talk to her, Vifiya remained silent for a while and did not speak.
Her breathing was shallow, the incessant tinnitus in her ears continued, but the black shadow faded.
Hugging makes it easy to get the rhythm of each other's breathing. His breathing is calmer than hers, and it is healthy and not hurt.
It is unknown when the world's rules will come to demand a price, and the unknown length of time makes time feel urgent.
Vifiya wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.
The future Isidore did not recognize the wrong person. The uneasiness that she deliberately ignored had gradually dissipated as they spent time together after she recalled her memories. She could not help but think of his selfless help to her.
"What do you want?" she asked.
She couldn't give the future Isidore what he wanted, because Vefiya didn't know how to give him what he wanted.
So, what about Isidore as a child?
She would try her best to plan for him before she left.
The boy was silent for a moment. He knew what he wanted without having to think.
His past life, which had nothing to desire, was blank, and even his breathing was casual. Therefore, from the moment it was born, it has been strongly occupying everything in him, burning more intensely than anything else.
"I want a lot," he replied.
The present belongs to the past of Vifiya the Sixteenth, but no matter in time or space, she should not exist at this moment.
In the past of the sixteenth generation, she had not yet arrived, and in the future of the sixteenth generation, they had no intersection.
Perhaps it was because of this thought that Vifiya developed a great patience towards him that she had never given to anyone else.
She gently opened her eyes: "What is it?"
She wanted to leave him something, probably as compensation.
The boy was never shy about being honest with her.
"I……"
"I want to be with you forever."
Vifiya was stunned.
"I want your heart to beat forever."
"Your world is beautiful, I want it to be beautiful forever, and I want you to see more beauty." All the beauty should come to you and decorate your world.
"I want you to look at me more..."
"I want you to hug me."
"I want you to smile."
"I want you to stay unharmed."
"I want you to feel no pain."
The boy who was born with a lack of emotions was naturally supplemented the moment he touched her destiny. However, strangely, he was unwilling to share his emotions with anyone else except her.
He followed his instinct and approached her ignorantly. He began to observe the world that he had never cared about, the world in her eyes. In the end, he discovered that it was not the world that was beautiful, but the world she had seen.
The world becomes dazzling because it is under her gaze.
The boy who has not yet learned all the emotions does not know what shyness is. He only knows that she asked and he can answer, so he has to answer and he has to tell her.
His understanding of emotions is not yet comprehensive. He is trying hard to learn and identify them because it is necessary.
This way he could understand her mood, not do anything to make her smile disappear, and maybe even find out what she didn't hate.
He fumbled for similar words within the range of his knowledge, expressing his wishes awkwardly and directly.
The girl in his arms didn't respond for a long time.
The boy suddenly became uneasy. Was he asking for too much?
He quickly changed his words: "As long as I can see you, as long as I can see you."
As long as I can make sure she is okay, that's enough.
"I don't hate being with you." He spoke firmly, his voice getting lower and lower, as if he was afraid of being hated by her.
What does she mean to him?
He really has been thinking.
He still couldn't answer, but what he was sure of was that without her, his breathing and the whole world he saw would be meaningless.
The girl sighed helplessly, "You really haven't changed at all."
Vifiya moved her head away from his, her movements were slow, and waves of dull pain pounded into her body.
The boy looked anxious. She said it would hurt if she moved, but he didn't dare to move at the moment. He was afraid that his actions would cause her unnecessary pain.
Vifiya turned her head, which was resting on his shoulder, towards him, and the long sword of the huge scale that was inserted into her cervical vertebrae scratched her painfully because of her movement.
Her face paled instantly, and she tried her best to smile: "Is this okay?"
The boy looked at her cautiously, she was trying to fulfill his wish, a wish that she could do.
The orange sunset once again stops at St. Fagus Island.
The girl's face was not clean, and she looked quite disheveled because of the bloodstains.
The setting sun fell into her eyes, and the boy finally saw the beauty of the setting sun.
He suddenly remembered something and realized that he was very stupid.
He said hurriedly, "I'll take you to find Salis..." He continued a little uncomfortably, "Teacher."
Besides himself and her, there were other people he could turn to for help.
If it was Salis, would she have a cure for her?
"No..." Just as Vifiya uttered the words of refusal subconsciously, the huge ancient scale suddenly shook violently.
The sword support of the balance drilled down into her cervical vertebrae, and the sudden and horrifying pain made her unable to control her voice and said, "Ouch!"
After letting out the first cry of pain, she reacted incredibly quickly and bit her lips tightly.
Ignoring the pain the movement caused, she turned her head and buried her face in the boy's shoulder.
The whole person couldn't help but tremble.
His pupils shrank, and he said anxiously: "I'll go find..."
"No! You can't go!" Vifiya clutched the cloth on his back with both hands.
The price has already been paid, how could she let it be interrupted halfway!
The boy trembled as much as she did for a moment, but he quickly suppressed it with all his strength. He still remembered that she said it would hurt.
But there was no way, healing magic had no effect on her, and he couldn't refuse her.
His eyes were red, and the magic power in his palm was continuously input into her body without being transformed by runes. He tried the healing magic again, over and over again.
Her body was like having many holes. No matter how he patched it up or how much he gave her, it would still leak out from all directions and return to the earth.
The girl's trembling was like a knife stabbing into his heart, stabbing again and again, and blood was dripping.
He had no choice, he had no choice, he was too weak, he had to find someone who could save her, he had to find him!
As if she understood what he was going to do, Vifiya's lips were bleeding from the pain she was biting. She shouted, "You don't even want to see me for the last time?"
That one sentence completely nailed him to the spot, unable to move. The only thing that moved were his tears.
The long sword pierced her spine and scraped her bones. There was no part of her body that didn't hurt. It spread to every part of her body and she was sweating profusely.
"Cough! Cough!" She coughed up blood violently, and the smell of blood surrounded her again.
The stars in his silver pupils shattered to the ground, and the magic power raged in his body, as if it was going to tear his internal organs apart.
"Listen to me." Vifiya's nose was blocked by blood, and she had to breathe through her mouth. Her breathing was heavy and her words were weak.
"You have to live, live well, live, no matter what the reason is."
The warm blood gushed out, and the boy felt his back was too hot, burning him so much that he felt uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, extremely uncomfortable.
His heart was also in pain, so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe, so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak, and so uncomfortable that his eyes were blurred and liquid was dripping from his eyes.
She was talking, and he had to listen, and he had to listen carefully.
Vifiya couldn't guess how far Isidore would go for her. His purpose was too simple, and his feelings for her were too simple, so simple that they were almost pure.
Her heart trembled. She had to make him accept her departure and she had to let him live his life well.
The sixteenth life, a life without her.
"We...will meet again." This is not death.
"When the time comes... I won't... remember... you, and you don't have to... feel sad..."
He needs to connect with other people.
"Seeing the person who helped... me... in... danger, I can't... do nothing...." Her voice was intermittent and extremely weak.
The tray of the huge scale kept going up and down, and it suddenly became balanced. The extreme pain brought by the sharp sword suddenly softened.
It was still penetrating deep into Vifiya's lumbar vertebrae, but she no longer felt any pain from it, and even other discomforts were gradually easing.
Without the pain, Vifia's breathing gradually became steady, but something in her body was rapidly draining away.
Without having to think about what it was, Vifiya knew she had succeeded.
Only at this point did she truly change his fate.
She snorted with laughter.
The rules of the world have been deceived by her.
It can't be considered as death, after all, she just left the past and returned to the seventeenth life.
The time of her return is uncertain. She can artificially advance her return and use her soul to pretend that she is a human being whose soul and body have completely traveled through time and space. When the rules of the world demand a price, she can escape and leave.
However, Isidore probably wouldn't think so.
He is very sad.
I was so sad that I couldn't even speak.
Weifeiya knew that he would not reject her and would carefully remember every word she said, so...
"Don't be sad about my leaving..."
The absence of pain does not mean regaining strength.
The loss of something made her feel light all over.
"We...will meet again...one day."
The boy's uncontrollable sobbing could be heard in my ears.
Keep going until that day comes, Isidore.
Vifiya gradually couldn't hear the sounds around her, and her last strength dissipated as the sword hit the last bone in her lumbar spine.
The hand that was gripping the boy's back slipped.
Come to think of it, she is still very cruel.
The girl completely collapsed in his arms, and the boy subconsciously hugged her body.
At that moment, the boy felt nothing. All the tears and sounds seemed to disappear, leaving only the touch of her.
Everything came to a standstill.
His eyes widened in disbelief and he gently, gently put his ear close to her neck.
Dead silence, dead silence, total silence.
There was nothing, no sound at all.
His breathing became rapid and disordered, and the surging magic power in his body began to violently strike every bone, every nerve, and every part of his body over and over again, twisting and twitching.
The surging magic power was almost about to burst out of the body uncontrollably.
He held down his magic power tightly, and his skin was in intense and fine pain.
Her body is here, her body is still here. Even if he can control his magic to bypass her, what if he touches her? What if?
Blood welled up in his throat and he quickly moved away from her. He couldn't dirty her body. He couldn't.
Every part of him was clamoring to destroy himself and tear himself apart.
I have to die before you, it should be me who dies before you!
Didn't you say, didn't you say, that I must die with you, that I must die before you?
It should be me who died!
Desperate sobs were squeezed out from the pain in his body.
The girl's skin faded in my sight.
His breathing became lighter.
The next second, the girl became visibly transparent to the naked eye. In an instant, the girl in his arms disappeared, and even her clothes began to dissipate.
…
Goodbye, Isidore.
…
He couldn't hold her hand.
Her thread was still there, not dissipated yet, and the thread she had on his wrist was still there.
He hurriedly picked them up and tied her silk threads around his neck, just like her.
The moon hung alone in the dark night, and the moonlight burned him.
Tears fell in big drops.
Please, tie me up.
He couldn't catch anything.
The threads scattered and disappeared on the ground, including the threads on his wrists.
The moment all the threads disappeared, all the connections between him and the girl also disappeared.
The world I saw with her, the sounds I heard with her, everything I felt with her, all disappeared.
Please! Please! What should I do? What should I do? Please tell me!
He cried out in heart-wrenching grief.
Allowing the violent magic to try to tear him apart.
This was the scene Salis saw when she arrived after helping the islanders settle down while searching for Vifia.
Without time to think about anything else, she was about to take action to stabilize his magic power, but saw that his magic power suddenly stopped quietly.
The boy was filled with sorrow and despair, and the green grass in spring withered in summer.
How could she not understand what was happening?
She couldn't stop the trembling in her heart.
The boy's price had been paid, and not only that, his magic wasn't weakened, but remained intact.
The last living darling of God had his magic power reduced by at least one third.
Her eyes were hot and she covered them with trembling hands to prevent the tears from falling.
Guilt and regret overwhelmed her simultaneously.
Xiaohui created a miracle.
The world was satisfied, very satisfied with the price she paid.
There was not only the boy nearby, there was also a girl with short reddish-brown hair standing in the distance. She stared blankly at the boy's empty arms, tears streaming down her face.
She suddenly blinked confusedly, touched her face in confusion, and muttered in confusion: "What's wrong with me?"
Her gaze fell on the boy again. She remembered him as the child who had been very unlucky and could not talk to the children of Sansongta.
He ran away from St. Fagus Island and came back.
"Nerys!" A breathless voice came from behind.
She turned around: "Fatty? What's wrong?"
The little fat boy looked up and saw her face covered with tears. He asked in surprise, "Did you come here to cry secretly?"
Nerys shook her head, wiped her tears, and asked, "What's wrong?"
The little fat boy opened his mouth and then closed it in confusion.
Huh? What is he running over here for?
After thinking about it, he found a plausible reason: "Sister Clover is back, and she was seriously injured."
"Why don't you go back?"
Nerys was anxious and hurriedly pulled the fat boy back to the towering stone tower on the island.
She glanced back at the boy. What she needed to do now was to restore Samson Tower to its original state.
Their figures disappeared from Salis's sight.
After a while, she walked forward.
She underestimated how important Xiao Hui was in his heart.
Boundless silence.
She could clearly feel the boy's breath, but for some reason she felt that he was dead.
As if to divert his attention, Saliss spoke in a hoarse voice, "Have you thought about what to call it? The name is very important, so you should think carefully about it."
She secretly regretted the awkwardness of the topic, but she couldn't find anything else at the moment.
Time passed little by little, and just when Salis thought she would not get a response, she heard a voice almost whispering: "Isidore."
The boy stood up unsteadily, his silver pupils showing no emotion. The inorganic eyes on a living person had a faint sense of weirdness, which now added to the dead silence and desolation.
But at a glance, Salis knew that this was his original appearance, before he met Xiao Hui.
"My name is Isidore," he said.
Whether Isidore was his name or not, she said it was, then it was.
From this day forward, he was Isidore.
Even if she doesn't remember him, will she feel familiar with the name, at least a little bit?
He would wait for her, wait for her forever, until the day she said they would meet.
A colorless transparent leather ribbon lingered around him, and suddenly disappeared into nowhere.
…
God's favorite finally learned to suffer.
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The simple wooden house escaped destruction on the ruined St. Fagus Island.
An old man opened the door by himself and stared silently at the person who had lost his heart, sitting upright on a chair with his face covered with a cloth.
She stepped forward, pulled off the cloth, revealing a face that looked peaceful even in the face of death.
She looked away, walked to the bed, skillfully lifted the quilt, found a letter inside, and opened it.
She quickly closed the papyrus and muttered in dissatisfaction: "I am an old widow, and I still need to help people collect corpses?"
"Eyeballs, eyeballs, brown eyes."
The old man's gaze moved to the man's empty chest.
"Oh, I'll help you one last time."
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