Chapter 389
He opened his golden eyes on the throne.
His gaze passed over the lush green grass, across the rainbow fountain, and finally up along the white hem of her dress.
“Cynthia.” His voice held an indescribable tenderness.
Lingwu raised her eyes and met the gaze of "Si" across the world she had personally decorated.
A smile then appeared on his lips.
It was very light in color, yet exceptionally sweet.
"Sacrifice."
He did not answer again, but stepped down from his throne.
Before this, He had walked alone through this world that She had created countless times.
There was never a moment when He felt that this indefinite wait was worthwhile.
Before Cynthia appeared, He did not know the feeling of "loneliness".
Cynthia was too mysterious; He could not find out where she went or what she saw.
She was like a passerby in this world, a fictional character.
It is ethereal and beautiful, beyond our reach.
Cynthia.
"Sacrifice" had already walked up to Lingwu and looked down at the girl sitting by the spring.
He wanted to reach out and stroke her hair.
This is used to confirm whether Cynthia actually exists.
But God's right hand ultimately went astray.
The golden-haired god slowly crouched down, his white-gold robes falling onto the grass.
His right hand hung down, and imitating Lingwu, he touched the water with his fingertips.
The water, already rippling from Lingwu, rippled again on the side of "Sacrifice".
Two different ripples collide and dissolve...
“I often feel this way during the time you are gone.”
"Sacrifice" slowly withdrew his fingertips, looked into Lingwu's eyes and said, "I thought that as long as this was done, you would appear."
The sound of "祀" is very faint, as faint as a rainbow that can easily disappear from a fountain.
He stared into Lingwu's eyes, unable to guess what she was thinking.
"Cynthia, I can't hear what you're thinking, and I can't see through anything about you."
At that moment, a drop of spring water dripped from Lingwu's fingertip.
With a "plop," it fell back into the spring.
But neither "sacrifice" nor Lingwu could distract them from it.
“I can’t hear what you’re thinking either,” Ling Wu said with a smile.
The character "祀" lowers his hand, opens it out, and faces upward.
“Cynthia, put your hand on it.” A ripple appeared in His eyes, filled with a gentle warmth. “Put it on, and you will be able to hear what I am thinking.”
Ling Wu didn't place her hand on it, but instead asked first, "So, what is 'Sacrifice' thinking right now?"
"I'm wondering when you'll leave this time."
As soon as "Sacrifice" finished speaking, he felt the girl's cool touch in his palm.
“‘Sacrifice,’ you are lying,” Lingwu said.
The golden-haired god was clearly stunned by Ling Wu's words.
"Si" tried to hold Lingwu's hand tightly.
Unfortunately, his movements were far less decisive than Lingwu's when she withdrew, resulting in him grasping nothing.
“Me.” He paused slightly, looking at his empty palm, and denied, “Cynthia, I didn’t lie.”
Ling Wu stood up, and at this moment, the "Sacrifice," who was in a lower position, could only look up at her with bewildered golden eyes.
"What were you thinking at the time..." The girl frowned, and after a long while she said, "I hoped to keep Cynthia in the realm of the gods forever, so that she could never go anywhere else."
She took a few steps back before turning around.
"Si" had no time to think it through and got up to follow the girl's departing footsteps.
"Cynthia, are you leaving again? Will you ever appear again?"
Lingwu turned around and looked back at him.
There was no displeasure in his amber eyes; he merely glanced at him indifferently before taking another step forward.
"Si" quickly followed, until the platinum robe was stained with green and blue spots by the sap of plants.
He finally saw the white figure standing before the cliff.
“Cynthia,” He called.
This time, Lingwu turned around and gave him a slight smile.
This smile left "Sacrifice" bewildered; He couldn't tell if she was still angry.
But Cynthia's smile always made Him easily lower his guard.
"Cynthia, are you still angry?"
Before He could finish speaking, the girl raised her hand and pointed towards the distance of the cliff.
"look."
She pointed to the distant coastline.
The moment she said "look," the bright white moon leaped onto the horizon, and the sea was draped in a soft silver veil.
Beneath the shimmering water, He only saw Cynthia's smiling face.
"Is it pretty?" Ling Wu asked, looking at Bai Yue.
“Hmm.” “Si” gazed at the girl’s profile and replied.
In this atmosphere, He inappropriately explained again, "Cynthia, I'm sorry, I did consider keeping you in the realm of the gods, but I didn't just now."
Lingwu turned around, and the moonlight was blocked by her, with a soft moonlight surrounding her.
"What were you thinking about just now?" Ling Wu asked with a smile.
“I’m wondering when you will leave this time.” His answer was the same as the first time.
Ling Wu's smile remained unchanged as she asked, "Anything else? Besides that?"
The golden-haired deity averted his gaze, lowered his eyes, and a faint blush appeared on his face, which was shrouded in mist.
"besides……"
"I hope I can always hold your hand like this, so I won't lose you."
His voice no longer carried the chill of ice and snow.
In the silent stillness, "Sacrifice" began to cautiously speculate.
Is she still angry?
Will she never come back?
Until Ling Wu asked, "Shall we go?"
Having emerged from his complex and indescribable thoughts, "Sacrifice" cautiously inquired, "Will you take me with you this time?"
"Yes, let's go and take a look at the human world."
"Us?" He smiled and nodded. "Yes, we'll go together."
He has experienced the lives of humans and animals 30,000 times, including birds, sparrows, and even tiny insects.
It can be said that He knows the human world inside and out.
But this time, the Gothic architecture was no longer sharp and glaring, and the Rococo dresses were no longer cumbersome and complicated.
Even those noblemen and women who applied lead powder for beauty no longer disgusted him.
The stench in the slums was no longer so familiar that He wanted to turn away.
He simply looked down at his hand, which the girl was holding, and gazed at her retreating figure, calling her name in his heart: "Cynthia".
Lingwu turned to look at him, "What's wrong?"
"No, I just think it's nice this way."
“I can hear you,” Lingwu said, looking at His hand. “I can hear what you’re thinking, so you don’t need to say it out loud. I will hear you as long as you think it.”
"I know, but I still want to say it, because I'm afraid you don't care about it."
His answer was extremely serious.
Lingwu changed the subject, saying, "Let's go to church."
"Si" felt a moment of disappointment, but still nodded.
"good."
The ancient church bells rang melodiously and elegantly, and the priest, in his most solemn manner, expressed his devotion to the God of Light.
"By the God of Light, Stan, are you willing to accept Sosa as your wife under the radiant light of the great God of Light, and vow to love her, protect her, and respect her forever, remaining steadfastly faithful to her alone for the rest of your life?"
The pastor was completely unaware that the God of Light he was praying to was sitting in the audience.
However, the God of Light he prayed to wasn't looking at him either.
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