Chapter 395
Scenes flashed before His eyes, but ultimately vanished.
Only the lingering emotions in his heart made it impossible for him to ignore.
The black-haired girl looked up, her eyes, as gentle as spring water, flickering slightly. "Do you remember?"
“Cynthia, I…” His voice was a little hoarse, “I’m sorry.”
Faced with His apology again, Lingwu withdrew her gaze and silently watched the rippling water surface.
Until the ripples completely disappeared and the water surface returned to calm.
She then said softly, "Yes, it's not your fault."
Lingwu's words amplified Si's guilt.
He felt a sense of relief when he thought of Cynthia's wish before she fell asleep. "Cynthia, before I fell asleep, you said you wanted to see me without being obscured by clouds and mist."
"Did I say that? I think I forgot." Ling Wu looked confused.
"Si" couldn't help but chuckle, "It doesn't matter if you've forgotten, I can help Cynthia remember again."
He was prepared to show that scene to him.
Before he could even extend his hand, Ling Wu interrupted him.
"No need, I remember now."
The fingertips of the character "祀" were somewhat stiff.
For some reason, He felt that He was now an insignificant presence to Cynthia.
“Cynthia, you will be the first to see my true face.” He concealed his disappointment and said with a smile, “and you will be the only one.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Ling Wu seemed to take a look up at His face, which was shrouded in mist, as if she had become interested.
"Really?"
"Cynthia, I won't lie."
As soon as he finished speaking, the girl's interest vanished.
She gently shook her head and said nothing more.
"Si" felt that he had been accused of another crime.
—Breaking a promise.
He may have promised Cynthia that He would not forget her, but in the end He did forget her.
However, after searching for a long time, He could not find anyone named "Cynthia" in His memory.
But Cynthia's attitude, and His uncontrollable feelings for Cynthia since His awakening, indicate that His memory is malfunctioning.
And in this world, only He Himself can alter His own memories.
If that's the case, then it's His fault, and there's nothing wrong with that.
"Sacrifice" did not waste much time, and with a wave of his hand, he dispersed the clouds that obscured His face.
The golden-haired god, having removed the clouds and mist that had obscured him, revealed everything about himself.
This was the first time anyone had witnessed His true form. He felt nervous, yet still feigned composure as He called out:
Cynthia.
The black-haired girl ignored him.
His nervousness increased, and his voice became hoarse as a result, "Cynthia, perhaps I am not so perfect."
More than a decade ago, Lingwu would never have known that the high and mighty God of Light would become cautious, self-conscious, and timid in her presence.
But now Lingwu has everything under control.
She slowly raised her eyes, and the face of the god was reflected in her amber eyes.
"Sacrifice" is the god of light whom all people on the continent of Olay devoutly worship, and the appearance of a god is never ugly.
And that is indeed the case.
The golden-haired deity's skin was very white, like the frost and snow accumulated on Mount Olympus, with only two shadows coming from his golden temples and deep brow bones.
Above those golden eyes, which have remained indifferent and lonely for millennia, are long eyelashes as white as snow.
Her nose bridge was as straight and prominent as a mountain range, and her light-colored lips appeared slightly red against her skin tone.
When Ling Wu looked at him, the corners of his lips lifted slightly, and a hint of nervousness inexplicably lingered in his sacred smile.
Anyone in this small world who witnesses the face of "Sacrifice" might be stunned.
He is so perfect that it is impossible to distinguish his gender.
"Si," being watched by Ling Wu, felt as if she were being judged.
His drooping fingertips curled slightly, unable to muster the courage to meet Ling Wu's gaze as the judge.
"So, 'sacrifice' is so beautiful." The girl's voice was as gentle as a breeze caressing her cheek.
Despite the praise, the eyes beneath Si Xue's eyelashes gradually dimmed.
She said "sacrifice," not "you."
"Si" clenched his fist, and the upward curve of his lips slowly flattened.
"Cynthia, who exactly are you praising?"
"Si" no longer cared, but slowly raised his eyes to meet Ling Wu's gaze.
He asked in a voice that was hard to calm:
"Cynthia, are you truly praising the 'Sacrifice' standing before you?"
Lingwu blinked in confusion, "Of course, Cynthia only has you in front of her."
"Si" did not believe Lingwu's words, but could not bear to blame her.
He had absolutely no idea what to do with Cynthia.
For a moment, He even felt that Cynthia was punishing Him.
Thinking of this, "Sacrifice" inexplicably hoped that Cynthia was really punishing Him.
At least in this way, He can deceive himself and say
—Cynthia cared about Him.
“Cynthia, are you punishing me?” He asked timidly.
Lingwu had no idea what he was thinking.
But as far as she knew, everyone on the continent of Olay had a very strong imagination.
So she chose to tell the truth, "Yes."
The next moment, "Sacrifice" proved Ling Wu's claim about the ability to fill in the blanks.
A smile bloomed on his lips.
“Very good. You are punishing me,” He said.
“…” Ling Wu remained silent.
In the days that followed, "sacrifice" gradually overlapped with His appearance in dreams.
He often used the same tone as the former "sacrifice" to praise Lingwu: "Cynthia is really smart."
He would stand stubbornly in front of the camellia tree, without using divine power, quietly waiting for the camellia to bloom.
Then he picked the first blooming flower and gave it to Lingwu by hand, saying, "Cynthia, it's beautiful, but I think you are more beautiful than anything else."
And many, many more...
During this time, Lingwu and the scenes of Him in His dreams kept appearing before His eyes.
Even if these scenarios are not on the same timeline as they were supposed to happen.
He ignored the unease he sensed and rejoiced at the recollection of some memories.
Gradually, He stopped distinguishing so clearly between Himself and the "sacrifice" that Lingwu spoke of.
Only when Lingwu gazed at him with a nostalgic look would he realize, after a long moment of stunned silence, that...
—The "sacrifice" that Cynthia truly loved was not Him.
But He longed too much for the tenderness Cynthia would show when she looked at Him.
When He is gazed upon with tenderness, colorful little flowers will bloom from His heart, fluttering and swaying in the wind.
Only at this moment does He seem to be alive.
Rather than a lonely, aloof, weary god listening to prayers.
While "Sacrifice" was deep in thought, he suddenly realized that even when he was not looking at Cynthia, he could hear very few prayers anymore.
This means that His followers have all turned away from His glory.
But it doesn't matter, He doesn't care about humans.
The only person He cared about was a girl named "Cynthia".
“Cynthia, am I like I used to be?” He asked.
"It looks just like him." The girl smiled brightly at him, her eyebrows curving upwards.
Looking at the girl's smiling face, "Si" thought, this is enough.
As He thought this, Lingwu was looking at Him.
"Sacrifice" was completely unaware that He had been tamed by Cynthia.
The statue of the God of Light on the continent of Olay is being toppled, but He doesn't care.
He was completely confined to a cage called "Cynthia".
Unfortunately, Cynthia didn't care about Him; all Cynthia cared about was the Him of the past.
Even if the current "sacrifice" is very similar to the original, it is not the same as the original "sacrifice".
So it's time for me to leave.
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