The mausoleum was built on an open space in the eastern part of the Demon Realm, the burial place of the Demon Lords after their deaths.
At the southernmost edge of a large mausoleum complex, in front of a newly built tomb, lay a beautiful bunch of roses. These roses were picked from the palace where Liu Lingying had lived in the Demon Realm. They were the same kind of flowers that could only survive by gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth through a Taoist magic array.
After Liu Lingying left, the palace where she lived was sealed off by Li Qian, who forbade anyone else to enter. Only he and Li Molin would occasionally go inside for a while to relive Liu Lingying's presence.
When Liuli arrived here, she saw a man sitting cross-legged in front of the new tomb. His back was not as straight as usual, but bent into a dejected arc. The breeze stirred his hair and clothes, but could not dispel the sorrowful aura he exuded.
Liuli remained silent for a long time before slowly walking over.
As the footsteps drew closer, Li Molin knew without turning around that it was Liuli. The sadness that had been plastered on his face faded slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his lips as he said softly, "You've come, Liuli."
Liu Li sat down cross-legged next to Li Molin. Looking down, she saw a wine jar filled with wine and a wine cup in front of him, with several other empty wine jars scattered around. Only after sitting down did she notice the strong smell of alcohol on him.
Li Molin's pale and sorrowful face was slightly flushed. He poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp. Then he lowered his head, his hand holding the glass casually resting on his knee. The glass tilted, and a single drop of wine quietly dripped down. He didn't turn to look at Liuli, but chuckled to himself, "Liuli, there's one bad thing about cultivators: they can never get drunk. I wonder if getting thoroughly drunk would make them feel any better."
Liuli gazed at the delicate roses in front of the tombstone, remaining silent for a long while, unsure of what to say to comfort him. After a long silence, she whispered, "Li Molin, don't be sad anymore."
A deep sadness was evident in Li Molin's half-closed eyes, which made his voice even more melancholic as he said softly, "You know, Liuli, the happiest days of my life were before I turned five. My mother was still by my side then. Although she rarely took me out and kept me cooped up in the Rose Palace, she would play with me in all sorts of ways. She taught me how to dress, how to walk, how to write, and how to read. She also taught me Taoist magic and how to use Taoist spiritual energy to grow a rose."
“Back then, my father would spend all his days with us in the Rose Palace. He always looked very serious, but I knew he loved my mother and I.”
“But…” Li Molin’s face deepened with sorrow. He lowered his head, his hair falling down to obscure his profile, making it impossible for Liuli to see his expression. However, Liuli could still hear the deep sadness in his voice. He paused for a moment before continuing, saying softly, “From the time I was five years old, my father and mother started arguing. At first, they would only argue occasionally, but later, they argued almost every day. As a result, my father went to the Rose Palace less often, because whenever he went, they would argue.”
“They don’t let me be around when they argue. I don’t know what they’re arguing about, but every time my father storms off, my mother hugs me and cries her heart out. Liuli, I really hate seeing my mother’s tears. Her crying always makes me incredibly sad. But I can’t resolve their arguments. I’m completely helpless.”
"Later, when I was seven years old, my mother passed away."
“I waited for her for three years. During those three years, I hoped every day that she would come back, and that our family of three could live carefree in the Rose Palace again. But she didn’t come back…”
"After my mother left, I never saw my father smile happily. I often sneaked into the sealed Rose Palace, and sometimes I would see my father sitting motionless in front of the roses. A few times, I saw him cry. I thought he must also be missing my mother, so I mustered up my courage and begged him to take me to find my mother. He was silent for a long time and then told me that she would never come back. And I finally despaired."
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