After every piece of flesh and blood was removed, fire shot up from under his feet and shot up into the sky. He stood in the flames, his final figure looking compassionate and gentle.
Fu Changling stared at the fire blankly. He suddenly felt that he was the only one left in the world. The wind and snow were whistling around him. He looked up and saw the pagoda of Jinguang Temple in front of him. All living things were depicted on the long murals. The closest to him was Qin Yan's always calm and handsome face. He was nailed to it by sixty-four bone-penetrating nails, and it was looking at him quietly.
He was very familiar with that look, just like every time he met him in the past thirty years.
At that moment, Fu Changling suddenly understood what Qin Yan meant when he pulled him and said "It hurts".
That was the Qin Yan in his heart.
The Qin Yan in his heart was still nailed to the pagoda wall, still being cut into pieces, still being burned by the fire of karma, and still in his heart, kneeling in front of him, raising his hand and inserting it into his heart, cutting out the root of love and crushing it in front of him.
He never told anyone.
He had never told anyone about the Zen lamp with his name engraved on it that he saw in Qin Yan's sea of consciousness before Qin Yan died.
He also never mentioned to anyone what Qin Yan said to him before his death: "I can't help myself, and it's my fault."
He traveled all over the country after Qin Yan's death, and everyone thought he was lost because of the loss of the only person he could fight. Many times, even he thought so.
After all, he couldn't possibly love Qin Yan, the man who killed his entire family. Even remembering him after his death was a shame for Fu Changling.
But when he knew that Qin Yan was Yan Ming, when he knew that Qin Yan became Yunze's sinner to atone for his crime, when he knew that everything in his previous life was shrouded in mystery, the person he thought he was might never have been clear to him.
When he looked at Qin Yan being nailed to the pagoda, his face showed no sadness or joy, and he looked like a god.
Tears fell from his eyes.
I heard footsteps not far away.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a figure in white clothes embroidered with a crane with flapping wings. Fu Changling looked up tremblingly and saw the figure disappearing into the sunset glow.
The figure was engraved in his eyes, and he suddenly laughed.
But now, there was only a skeleton with incomplete flesh and blood on his body, and his smile was extremely terrifying.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly, grabbed the corner of the other person's clothes with the bloody bones, and said a few words silently.
No one could make out what he said.
Only he himself knows.
He was telling him, he finally admitted—
It turns out he likes him.
From the time they first met in the snowy wind to his rebirth today, Fu Changling has liked Qin Yan for more than forty-two years.
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