Chapter 110 Sisters, therefore she is happy.
At night, a single lamplight flickers in the evening breeze that flows in through the window.
This was an empty room. Only tables and chairs remained in the living room, while the inner room contained only a bed, without any other decorations. A pale-faced young man slept on the bed, the blanket covering his shoulders, his chest rising and falling weakly with his breathing.
Suddenly, a pair of hands appeared and cupped the flickering lamplight. The boy then stepped out of the shadows, saw that the person on the bed was already asleep, and reached out to close the window.
She stepped out through a small door at the back of the house, her footsteps light, and the door closed silently. After walking around a path, she entered the woods, where the wind rustled through the grass and lifted the corners of the boy's clothes.
Suddenly, thick black mist surged from the boy's outstretched palm, then condensed into a figure beside her. The figure wore dark blue armor, had long, flowing hair, and a jade pendant tucked into one ear. The figure glanced at the tangled grass in front of her and said calmly, "There are medicinal herbs here. Look for them according to the characteristics I told you earlier."
The boy nodded, squatted down, and began searching carefully in the grass.
Moonlight streamed down, like snow covering the woman's shoulder armor. She lowered her head, crossed her arms, and as if remembering something, her expression turned somewhat displeased.
"Shang He, have you figured out what to do next? Other cultivators have entered the village, and they should start looking for the source of the demonic energy soon."
"...Anyway, your other part of your true form is at the spring. Even if they find it, it will only damage the part of your consciousness that resides in my body." The boy called Shang He was silent for a moment. "As long as my sister can live, nothing else matters. You can continue to absorb life force."
"If I could give up the lives of the entire village, killing them wouldn't be a problem."
Shang He frowned, his voice suddenly turning cold, "You promised you wouldn't take the lives of the women in the village, so you can kill those men however you want."
"The premise is, unless absolutely necessary," the woman sighed. "You know I'm sacrificing myself to keep Shang Ying alive. If they really find my true form, my cultivation will be damaged—"
"Let's wait a little longer." Shang He carefully placed the gathered herbs into the pouch at his waist. "My sister wouldn't want to see me do this..."
After all, among those who were sick were students personally taught by Shang Ying. Now, those children her age were suffering from the disease, either unconscious or watching helplessly as parts of their bodies rotted away. Although they wouldn't die, it was still painful.
All these dramatic changes that have occurred can be attributed to a decision she made a year ago.
From her earliest memories, she had never seen any relatives besides her older sister; her sister was her entire world at that time. Her mother, with foresight, sent Shang Ying to study outside the village, hoping she wouldn't be confined by its narrow confines. After graduating, Shang Ying returned to the village, partly to care for Shang He, and partly because she wanted to become a teacher, hoping to help the girls in the village, who were still suffering from outdated and misguided ideas, escape the confines of their village. This was progressing smoothly; the young children following her, including Shang He, were gradually learning to read and write, and to understand the meaning of things.
At that time, the village was thriving. The men, who were usually arrogant and domineering, wanted to use the so-called "older generation" to scold them, but they were refuted and left speechless, defeated by the little fairy tale, and felt ashamed.
But it was at this very moment that Shang Ying fell ill.
At first, she could still move around freely, but she couldn't stand the cold and could still eat a lot. Later, she found an old village doctor who prescribed a medicine. Little did she know that the doctor, who looked barely human, had a wicked heart. When the days passed and her condition did not improve, Shang He secretly cut open the medicine packet used to decoct the medicine and found a few saltpeter stones among the mixed herbs.
Saltpeter is poisonous and a potent medicine, used only as a last resort. Giving it to ordinary patients would only worsen their condition. At the time, rumors were rampant. Many people initially did not believe it, but as Shang Ying's illness worsened, they inevitably became suspicious. Nevertheless, rice, flour, and meat were still sent to him, showing care for the patient.
The school was closed, and the children were sent home. On the very night Shang He discovered the problem with the medicine packet, he carried Shang Ying out of the village to find a doctor.
After returning from the market town, she held her sister's cold hand, remaining awake all night, her thoughts in turmoil. The teenage girl was forced to confront the death of her loved one, and she couldn't accept it. In the end, she tucked the young man in the bed with the blanket, asked one of her sister's former students to take care of her, and then led the other children taught by Shang Ying to walk up the mountain behind the village.
Xiaoshang Village has a short history, spanning only a few generations, but there is a legend that has been passed down since the beginning—there is a spring on the mountain behind the village, and a magical herb grows beside the spring, capable of bringing the dead back to life and reviving the wounded. It is said that a person suffering from a terminal illness went to find this magical herb, and in the end, he was cured and left the village.
But the mountains were teeming with tigers, leopards, wolves, snakes, insects, and weeds. The group of children searched until the very end, as if by divine will, leaving only Shang He to persevere. In his bewilderment and confusion, he saw the spring, a mirage-like sight.
She walked to the spring, and the sounds of birdsong and the fragrance of flowers in the mountains instantly returned. The spring breeze caressed her face, so warm it almost brought tears to her eyes. Overgrown with weeds, the boy couldn't distinguish which herb was the magical plant. His gaze fell on the spring water by chance, and he suddenly felt a chill run through him, his face filled with astonishment.
The reflection in the spring water was not her face, but that of a woman with black hair and red eyes. The woman looked no ordinary person; her eyes were completely black, emanating a thick, dark blue mist, and she silently stared back at her.
Her lips moved, and Shang He, who had never studied lip reading, understood what she meant—
She said, "Take me away."
Are you the mountain god?
The woman replied irrelevantly, "I can grant your wish."
"Can you bring my sister back to life?" As if she had found a glimmer of hope, she told him everything that had happened recently without reservation, and finally asked nervously.
After a long silence, the other party slowly spoke: "The Heavenly Dao governs life and death, and it cannot be overthrown by one person, not even by a god. But you are lucky. I am a demon, and I can grant you the power to reverse things. But you must understand that there is a price to pay."
Shang He picked up a piece of rubble. She had read some books; in those stories, demons were bloodthirsty, and offering blood could increase their power and form a pact. The boy, trapped in a desperate situation, didn't think too much. He aimed the sharp edge at his wrist and slashed deeply.
Crimson blood flowed into the cold spring water, scattering into clusters of vibrant threads. The contract of willingly donating blood has always been the most powerful binding force. Black mist emanated from the spring water, flowing into her wound and instantly healing the deep scar. Then, a woman's steady voice resounded in her mind.
"I need more offerings."
From that moment on, she was no longer just Shang He, but a monster with two souls, who had accepted the demon race and coexisted with her. Perhaps the heavens would not tolerate it, but heaven and earth are inherently unkind, so what right do they have to blame her for offering up her soul?
She would give anything as long as her sister came back. Blood, flesh, bones, heart—she would give it all.
As long as Shang Ying comes back.
The other children who had gone missing along the way appeared magically at the foot of the mountain as Shang He descended, unharmed but without their memories. Upon seeing them, Shang He paused slightly, then whispered to the demon, "Did you do this?"
"You can communicate with me using your thoughts," the demon replied in her mind. "If you were to try to bargain with me back then, they would be your bargaining chips."
"Thanks."
The demon chuckled, "It's merely a matter of contract. Besides, your life is still in my hands, how can you utter such a thank you?"
“As you said, based on the contract, you can take my life and occupy my body as you please.” Shang He beckoned to the children, intending to lead them home. “I am very grateful that you protected my sister’s students. By the way, how should I address you?”
"Just call me Mei, it's a nickname given to me by the human race."
"This isn't really a name."
“I forgot,” Mei said softly. “Anyway, it’s all over now, so let it be.”
She only wanted revenge on the human race and to kill all cultivators, so her name had no meaning.
Upon returning, Mei truly kept her promise and brought Shang Ying back to life. Dark demonic energy surged into the young man's body like blood, and in the blink of an eye, a flush of color replaced his paleness. His lifeless face gradually became fuller, and his breathing became soft and faint, yet to Shang He, it was like thunder.
This is the most beautiful sound in the world.
Once a wish is fulfilled, a price must be paid.
Initially, it was a man from the village. Later, a group of male cultivators passed by, and the leader threatened to slaughter the entire village to cure the disease. Shang and Tingmei led it to a secluded place, whereupon the woman appeared, her demonic energy condensing into a giant claw, which grabbed the man by the neck and lifted him up.
She was intrigued, wondering whether to slice it and fry it in oil, or to boil it into a poison with toads and slugs and force-feed it to the man, making him taste the agony of a broken liver and intestines. However, the man's shrill scream changed her mind.
It claimed to be a cultivator from a sect.
The demon then fabricated a lie, telling the man to take its demonic energy back with him, and also to have the young man traveling with it become tainted by this demonic energy. From then on, they, and even the disciples of the sect, would be excellent flesh and blood sacrifices, greatly increasing its cultivation.
Throughout history, men have always been the most prone to betrayal and slander, a fact that, as Mei had anticipated, has never changed. After quietly placing the Gu, formed from demonic energy, into the man's brain, she glanced at the sky and thought to herself that these inferior beings hadn't all died out after so long; it was truly a case of Heaven and humanity being blind.
Her demonic energy is alive; once it is brought to the sect, it will spread into a plague, affecting both ordinary people and cultivators alike.
The ethereal demonic energy gradually solidified, increasing on her side while Shang He slowly weakened. This weakness wasn't physical, but rather in her soul. Initially, the young girl had the right to decide whether to relinquish her body, but as time went on, her conscious moments became fewer and fewer. If the demon didn't intervene, she would become drowsy all day, and the abnormality would be noticed.
After all the herbs were picked, Shang He stood up and turned to look at the woman behind him.
"Why that expression?" she laughed. "You're becoming more and more like a human."
Mei raised her hand to touch her face, then looked away. "Go back now."
She didn't know what expression she had just made. Was it the joy of feeling things were going too easily, the delight that a new face would soon be used to deceive others, or the boredom of waiting for so long? It could be anything, but it couldn't be pity or hesitation. The human before her was indeed dying soon, much faster than she had thought, but she had no right to stop the process.
It's an exchange, nothing more. After she dies, everyone in the village will die too. As for Shang Ying, if she's in a good mood, she'll keep her around; if she's a nuisance, she'll kill them all.
Shang He had no idea what she was thinking. Under the bright moonlight, she was in an exceptionally good mood. She had just said "Let's go" when her body suddenly swayed twice, and she quickly tilted to the side and fell onto the grass.
With lightning speed, Mei caught her, sighed, and transformed into a wisp of black smoke, returning to her body.
The boy's face paled even more, and his eyelids, which had just closed, lifted again, a dim red light flashing in his eyes. She silently straightened her clothes, then slowly began to walk back.
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"It's so quiet..."
The night was chilly, the cicadas' chirping had ceased, and only the fluttering of insects' wings remained. Two figures walked one after the other along the path.
After the recent festivities, they have had less time alone, and it seems like it has been a long time since they were alone in complete silence like this.
Qiao Yan knew this wasn't the time to ask, but she still spoke up: "Why are you crying?"
Her question was so direct that Shen Lixia was caught off guard and stopped in her tracks. The boy's eyes flickered, and after a long pause, he said, "I didn't..."
"She cried but still wouldn't admit it," Qiao Yanshen laughed. "But then again, my junior sister has done so much for me, yet I still wouldn't agree—"
"No, that's not it." Shen Lixia hurriedly interrupted her, her voice suddenly rising and then falling again, "Why does Senior Sister say that? It really was my fault for revealing my feelings without permission... Shouldn't we respect someone the first thing we should do when we like them?"
"respect?"
"What I do is my own choice, just like when my senior sister answered my call and brought me back. Did she think back then that she would use these things to ask me for something in the future? I hope to stay by my senior sister's side, but if you want to use this to blackmail her, then I'll pretend I have no other requests. I want my senior sister to be who she is, not who I want her to be—absolutely not."
Qiao Yanshen sighed softly, knowing Shen Lixia's expression even without looking at her. She had been raised to meet others' expectations since childhood, and in this life, she inevitably followed the same path as in her previous one. The subtly changing spiritual energy within her body grew increasingly cold, and her swordsmanship became more and more refined as she actively recalled Cang Yu's sword techniques.
She had followed expectations for too long, and for the first time heard someone who had shed tears because of her tactful refusal say "I ask for nothing more," wishing her to be as she was.
Seeing that she remained silent, Shen Lixia bit her lip and continued, "Whatever you decide, Senior Sister, is fine. If you ever feel troubled, feel free to tell me directly."
She finally discerned a different meaning in Qiao Yanshen's words, stepped forward, gently tugged at the corner of his sleeve, and said softly, "Senior sister, don't think too far ahead..." Qiao Yanshen usually wouldn't say such things; she must be too confused to help but bring this up.
Even if the past always catches up unexpectedly, we can handle it calmly. We definitely can.
She didn't know why Qiao Yanshen wanted to keep Chi, but her senior sister's decisions were never impulsive. The rift that had formed between them since Shen Yuan's return was gradually closing, and Shen Lixia knew that she just needed to wait until her senior sister was willing to talk to her. She didn't want to be the one to suffocate her senior sister.
Qiao Yanshen raised his hand, his fingertips brushing against the corner of the boy's eye.
“I may not be as good as my junior sister thinks,” she said, “but… thank you.”
She really did say that on purpose. The moment she heard the boy's urgent tone, a wicked thought crossed her mind—teasing her junior sister like this was really fun. Shen Lixia could cry, raise her voice, and be at a loss; she was more like a living person than a living person. It was hard to have peace and quiet for two days when she was around. In the past, there were times when she felt that the other person was bothersome, but more often than not, she liked her.
A single word or gesture can stir a person's heart, making her weep uncontrollably for herself. After her self-doubt, she immediately offered sincere rebuttals and praise. She thought she would be performing a self-pitying monologue for the rest of her life, but the young man repeatedly told Qiao Yanshen that she was important, important and unique.
This is what it feels like to be cared for by her; it seems a little too good.
One thing is true: the entanglement between her and Shen Lixia, whether they wanted it or not, was so deep that it couldn't be severed so easily, and it would occasionally sting.
But she did it willingly.
The two arrived at a solitary house. In front of the house was a narrow courtyard with the door open, and next to it were some grains that seemed to have been delivered that day but had not yet been brought inside.
The divine fire stirred slightly. Shen Lixia frowned and looked at the door, whispering, "The demonic energy is strongest here, but... it's very strange, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and it's very well hidden."
Ordinary cultivators probably wouldn't be able to sense it.
She went to the door first, knocked twice, and called out, "Is anyone home?"
After a long silence, a soft, slightly weak voice responded to her: "Who is it?"
The two men at the door exchanged a glance, and then Qiao Yanshen said, "The village doctor asked us to come and check on your condition and bring some medicine."
They were almost certain that the person inside was Shang Ying. A faint sound came from inside, like the creaking of a wooden plank under weight, then someone slowly got out of bed and walked towards them, finally placing their hand on the door lock—
With a loud bang, the two instinctively took a step back.
Someone slammed the door shut from the other side, causing the house to shake. The boy's voice first gently addressed the other person: "Sister, why are you up? Let's go back first."
The voice was originally gentle, so gentle it seemed deliberately crafted, as if speaking to a still pond, afraid that even the slightest breeze would shatter the surface tranquility.
After a few indistinct conversations, vaguely revealing phrases like "the illness isn't cured yet" and "they're all liars," the other person was finally persuaded to go back.
The boy then remained silent, expressing his refusal in silence.
Unwilling to be turned away, Shen Lixia knocked on the door again. "We really know the village doctor, and we have something we want to discuss. Please, have mercy and open the door—"
The door creaked open, and the boy appeared, forcefully pushing her backward.
Qiao Yanshen quickly reached out and grabbed Shen Lixia's wrist, preventing her from falling. The young man bit his lip, then raised his voice and shouted:
"You're the ones who ruined my sister! Now that she's feeling a bit better, you're here to disturb our peace and quiet! Get out!"
He quickly closed the door, not forgetting to throw out, "A bunch of liars!"
Having been scolded for no reason, the two stood blankly at the door, knowing they couldn't get in this time. Nearby, patrolmen were nearby; hearing the commotion, they quickly peered over, their stares making the boy's ears burn with anger.
Qiao Yanshen gripped Shen Lixia's wrist tightly, only letting go after she took a deep breath and calmed herself down. He straightened her clothes and said helplessly, "Let's go back first."
“At least we can confirm that Shang Ying is still alive…” she muttered. “Sigh, why is this child so resistant to outsiders? She should know that the village doctor has been changed.”
A hand smoothed down her disheveled hair, its warmth radiating through it. Qiao Yanshen said, "In her view, the whole village is responsible for her sister's illness becoming severe. Sometimes it's like that; you think you've done your best, but you could actually have done more—and it's precisely that little bit you didn't do that chills others' hearts. It's always like that..."
"So, nobody's wrong then," Shen Lixia said indignantly. "Fine, it's already not easy to break free from deception in such a difficult environment. Senior sister, let's just hang those dogs who are locked up."
After all, they are the real culprits.
With a fragile sense of self-esteem and an innate awareness of one's own inferiority, one is always adept at creating an air of mystery, and by continuing, one actually manages to deceive others.
Shen Lixia recalled the rural children in her original world who were sacrificed to support the men in their families' education, the young people in the workplace who were disqualified from positions simply because of their gender, despite the vast difference in scores and advantages, and the women who were criticized and treated poorly no matter what they did...
She genuinely felt that such beings should not exist. They created a system more oppressive and oppressive than any other society, solely to make people sink, never to rise again, and even to some who aid and abet evil, willingly deceiving or no longer daring to stand beside those who dare to strive upwards.
If I were to ascend to the position of Heaven, I would simply grind the entire race—which is clearly no longer human—to dust and scatter it to ashes, forbidding them from reincarnation, and making them disappear completely.
Qiao Yanshen nodded. "They really can't live. We'll deal with it tomorrow."
Originally, divine fire could not be used on ordinary people because their meridians could not withstand the torment. In addition, Shen Lixia could not fully control it yet, so she could not try it rashly. However, the group of men were imprisoned only because they were afraid of the demonic energy leaking out after they died, so it was just right to burn them all clean with divine fire.
They returned along the way, their figures gradually disappearing into the courtyard.
At this moment, the door opened a crack, and the boy inside waited for a long time without hearing anyone else come. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Before she could even catch her breath, a finger jabbed her forehead repeatedly, accompanied by a woman's angry rebuke: "Do you know that forcing yourself to wake up will only hasten your death! You can't see it yourself, but I can feel it. Your soul is so transparent that it's just a thin layer of skin!"
Mei grabbed a handful of hair in frustration, as if afraid that Shang He didn't know how serious the situation was, and tried her best to come up with an analogy.
"Just like the rice porridge you drank last night, you know? You really shouldn't have woken up. If you had just gone back to sleep, you could have died later."
Shang He lowered her head, not rubbing her forehead as her sister used to flick it when she was asked to, but just smiled weakly and said, "What are you worried about? Isn't this better? Isn't this what you wanted..."
Mei was stunned for a moment, as if the words in her throat had been suddenly choked, the string had been cut, and she could no longer speak.
Once a blood pact is formed, it borrows the power of the laws of heaven, making the transaction irreversible, especially when it involves life and death.
Now it's no longer a question of whether she's willing or not, but if she stops eroding Shang He's soul and devouring his life force, severing this bond, she will pay a huge price and soon dissipate, and Shang Ying will also die as a result.
There is no turning back.
Her expression instantly darkened, leaving only her bright, sparkling eyes shining amidst the dappled shadows. Shang He's reason for coming out was simple: the person opposite him was a cultivator, and anyone with a keen sense of smell would detect the presence of demonic energy. Furthermore, Mei's usual way of speaking likely differed significantly from that of a young man.
In any case, it's best not to expose it now.
However, looking at the boy's withered and flickering soul, like a candle flame, Mei felt an indescribable feeling welling up in her heart. She actually remembered many things and knew that she was not an ordinary demon. Amidst the overwhelming malice in her heart, there was still a trace of tenderness.
Is she regretting it now?
Mei didn't have time to think about this, because Shang He fainted again. She shrank back into his body, raised her hand to rub her temples, and instantly felt a dull pain—it was from where she had poked herself.
There was still medicine to be decocted that evening. Although Shang Ying had returned from the brink of death, her body was still weak. She had been seriously ill before, and her constitution was severely depleted, so she needed to take medicine to recuperate. Therefore, Shang He always went out to collect herbs and decocted the medicine every other day to feed his sister.
The medicine was ready by then, and the night was deep. The warm, slightly bitter aroma was soothing, much like the scent of incense wafting from a quiet ancient temple before the Buddha.
Shang He—now more accurately, Mei—carried the prepared medicine, added two sugar cubes as usual, stirred it, sat down by the bed, blew on it to cool it down, and then softly called out:
"elder sister."
The young woman's eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes. It seemed that every time she saw Shang He, her concern and joy remained undiminished; every time she opened her eyes and saw her, it was the greatest happiness, like the joy of a reunion after a long separation.
Mei once asked her about this, and the answer she received was—
"Because I never thought I would see Ahe again."
Those days and nights were dark and gloomy. My eyes gradually lost their ability to see, and everything was covered by a veil. From then on, the world was only gray and white. I could no longer see butterflies, the students I missed, or my sister's face.
Time passed slowly, and everything that was once vibrant first lost its color, then became blurred. She was so afraid that she would forget A-He before she died, that her obsession would become so strong that she would become a vengeful spirit, unable to remember that this boy was her sister, and that regardless of whether he had any intelligence, she would instinctively protect him throughout his life, ensuring he would be free from all worries.
Upon hearing her words, Mei subconsciously raised her hand and pressed it against her chest. The human's heartbeat overlapped with her empty, misty chest, and in that instant, they truly felt as one. So, in that moment, she gained the boy's heart and tasted the surging emotions, to the point that a cold liquid fell onto the back of her hand. She stuck out her tongue to lick it, finding it salty, bitter, and astringent.
This was the first emotion she understood when she woke up again.
So even if he gives up everything, even himself... Shang He is still happy.
After drinking the medicine, Shang Ying felt a bitter taste in her throat. Mei promptly poured her a bowl of water, then took the bowl to wash it herself. After washing the bowl, she sat back down by the bed. The lamplight was dim, its light flickering between their faces and casting long shadows on the wall. It was very quiet all around, except for the sound of the young man sipping water.
The bowl was placed on the table. Mei looked up at Shang Ying, and just then, a thin ray of light, like a twig being lit, shone in her dark eyes. Humans, fragile humans, yet their eyes held such a bright light, breathtakingly beautiful.
She gazed into the young man's eyes for a long time, until the lamp burned out and the light went out, and a hazy shadow still lingered before her eyes. She finally understood that this was not given by the lamplight, but rather because she had truly come alive at this moment... that she now had such bright eyes.
Shang Ying made way for her and said with a smile, "Ahe, sleep with your sister."
Mei thought that she could and should refuse. After all, she wasn't Shang He.
But if it were Shang He, she would cherish every moment spent with her sister. She and the boy were one soul, sensing her emotions, heartbeat, and temperature; perhaps she should try to respect her wishes, even if it meant causing no harm. After a moment's hesitation, Mei took off her shoes, socks, and outer garment, and slipped into bed. A pair of hands reached out and embraced her.
A familiar embrace. Perhaps she had felt that embrace from someone before—was it her mother?
But demons have no mothers, and it is precisely because of this that they teeter between life and death, unable to be born into a world accepted by heaven and earth, nor to die peacefully.
The early autumn air was still a bit warm. The two clung tightly to each other, and soon they were sweating, but neither of them said they wanted to separate. Mei's consciousness began to drift off; she felt like she was about to fall asleep again, but this time, perhaps it would be a sweet dream, instead of the endless darkness that made her forget so much of the past.
Not long after, there was a sudden noise outside, the grass rustling, as if some animal was pacing. Mei opened her eyes alertly and struggled slightly, only to hear Shang Ying give a muffled hum and reach out a hand to touch her forehead.
"You're all sweaty... It's still hot, isn't it? Well, summer has only just ended." The young man chuckled softly, wiping the beads of sweat from the girl's forehead. He got out of bed, rolled up the blanket for her, leaving her legs exposed and only covering her abdomen to keep her warm.
She searched around the room for a while, then pulled out a palm-leaf fan and sat down next to the boy.
"Sister will fan you."
A cool breeze, carried by Shang Ying's gentle, swaying hand, brushed across the boy's face, quelling the heat on his neck, cheeks, and forehead. As Shang Ying fanned him, she whispered:
"Winter is coming soon. It's a harsh season, but it's beautiful when it snows. Once my sister gets a little better, we'll go to stay in the market town. There are people selling delicious baked flatbread there, warm and perfect for winter... Then, we'll come back in the spring and try planting some seeds, buy some shepherd's purse and mugwort, make some dumplings, and knead some green rice balls to steam and eat..."
After speaking, she paused for a moment, then gently began to hum a song. It was a lullaby she had sung to lull boys to sleep since she was a child.
"Moonlight shines on the ground, sweet dreams come as before, never forgotten..."
The boy closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually became steady.
She was originally a greedy demon with insatiable desires, but at this moment she felt a slight satisfaction, as if she were occupied by Shang He's feelings. She briefly forgot her hatred, hunger, and loneliness, stopped trembling, and was gently lifted up by the song and the cool breeze, returning to the most original and peaceful water.
Mei couldn't dissuade Shang Ying from doing so, and naturally couldn't look at the noises. Her consciousness gradually sank, and sleepiness washed over her like a tide.
She realized she truly regretted it.
There's never a way back.
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