Parting is so heavy.

Like a boulder.

Like mountains.

It presses on people's hearts, making it difficult for them to breathe.

Only when separation really comes, people will find that all the rehearsals prepared in advance were as light as a feather, less than one tenth of their effectiveness.

Krisha was prepared to be scolded.

As an object, she openly disobeyed the decision of her owner.

This is absolutely unforgivable.

The moment she said this, the witch was filled with self-blame and regret, but even so, she still refused Xu Xi's request.

It seems that by refusing these requests, I can also refuse to leave.

Let Xu Xi never leave.

Let the warm sun continue to remain.

"Please...", the delicate face being caressed by the skinny hand, trembled and said, "Stop talking, I won't accept it."

The rejection from the witch made Xu Xi stunned for a moment.

The expression on his face changed continuously, first surprise, then confusion, and finally gentle relief, without any of the scolding that the witch had imagined.

“Hahahaha…Ahahahaha…”

“Ha, cough… cough!”

Xu Xi smiled.

He seemed to be in a good mood, but his weak body caused him to cough violently as soon as he laughed, and his cough was rapid and fierce.

The aging face showed a look of pain.

"Teacher!"

Krisa quickly cast life magic to help Xu Xi recover.

Every weak breath, every look of pain, turned into an invisible sharp blade, piercing deeply into the witch's heart, causing her whole body to tremble.

What to do, how to save?

Krisa didn't know, she could only try her best, using the highest level of life magic again and again to make Xu Xi's body feel better.

Soon, Xu Xi's cough subsided.

"I'm fine, Krissa, I'm just... so happy."

Xu Xi's eyelids became heavier.

He half-closed his tired eyes.

He gently held the witch's hand, shook his head to signal her to stop casting magic, and looked into her empty eyes: "This is the first time, this is the first time you have expressed your opposition to me."

"Krisa, it's great that you have your own ideas..."

Objects have no will of their own, and will not express opposition. When a witch learns to oppose, it means that she has regained her self.

The witch, in the true sense, became——

【people】

Xu Xi's eyes were cloudy and blurry. He could hardly see the world in front of him clearly. Sleepiness surged over him, almost snatching away the last clarity in his eyes.

"Krisha..."

On the bed, the dying old man announced in a gentle voice: "You have graduated."

The world is in silence at this moment.

It was so quiet that the witch couldn't understand it.

So quiet that I was frightened in my heart, and afraid of the cruelty that was about to come.

"But, compared to you, I am still far behind..." Krisa spoke tremblingly. Her face was still expressionless, but the suppressed sorrow seemed to break through her body and echoed in the air.

"I still have many, many things I need to ask you."

"Without you, I can't do anything."

Krisa's voice gradually became hoarse, and the great sorrow was like a raging fire, burning her throat.

She doesn't understand.

She doesn't understand.

She is an item that belongs exclusively to the Xu family, a witch hated by the world, a useless thing that can be discarded at will, humble, ugly and lowly, a shadow that will lose its meaning of existence if it leaves the light.

Therefore, the witch could not accept that she had received Xu Xi's approval and "graduated".

This means that she will leave Xu Xi's side.

She clumsily counted, listed repeatedly, and magnified her own shortcomings and deficiencies to prove that she was not yet at the level of a master.

"..."

Xu Xi did not interrupt Krisa, but just looked at her tenderly and stretched out his skinny hand again.

Place it gently on Krisa's head.

Give it the final warmth.

gradually.

The witch herself stopped telling lies that deceived her.

The room is quiet and the sun is bright outside the window.

And the witch's heart was torn.

The real despair is never the disaster that strikes suddenly, but the fact that you know the disaster is coming but are powerless to prevent the tragedy from happening.

This kind of helpless torture, this kind of despair of watching the end, made Krisa's black and gold eyes no longer mysterious and brilliant as before, and were filled with only empty sadness.

"Please... don't leave me."

"Or, allow me to leave with you."

Krisa sobbed and finally spoke out the words hidden deep in her heart. Her voice was free of tears but full of sadness.

Like a candle that is about to go out.

Like a bird with broken wings.

Helplessly pleading for help.

The witch was ready to die with Xu Xi.

It doesn't matter, everything is insignificant, whether it's the world or becoming a god, in the witch's lonely heart, their weight is not even a tenth of Xu Xi's.

Just as Xu Xi saved the witch and brought everything to her.

The witch was also willing to give up everything and accompany Xu Xi to die in silence.

No reason needed.

No need to hesitate.

The witch was willing.

Krisa responded with the increasingly weak hand that was touching her head and Xu Xi's voice that was as light as a gossamer.

"Krisa, you know I won't agree to this."

On the bed.

Xu Xi's breathing gradually became weaker, and every breath seemed like his last struggle. In pain and suffocation, he felt his body losing consciousness bit by bit.

He gave the witch one last smile.

The old and ugly face, under the sunlight, faintly reflects some of his youth.

"Please live well, Krisa."

"That's my request."

"Don't be sad about my departure. This is not a farewell, just a long separation."

"One day, we will meet again."

The powerless, dry hands could no longer touch the witch's hair. They lost all their strength and stayed on the witch's head.

The spark of life is about to go out.

The shadow of death is approaching.

Xu Xi said his last words to the witch: "I am a little sorry that I have never made you laugh until now."

suddenly.

Xu Xi was stunned for a moment, his pupils dilated slightly, and the sudden shock even delayed the arrival of death a little.

"Teacher..."

"Please look..."

"This is my smile..."

In the golden afternoon sun, with gray hair like a waterfall, Krisa sat quietly on the edge of the bed, trembling and stretching out her hands.

Bend the other four fingers, leaving only the index finger extended.

Two index fingers.

Hook the corners of your mouth on both sides.

Gently pull and adjust the range to artificially create a smile.

The smile was so stiff, and tears kept flowing out, sliding down from the already full eyes, silently soaking the hands.

It's more like crying than laughing.

"You have a beautiful smile..."

Xu Xi whispered softly.

In the sound of the calm wind, his breathing stopped quietly and he closed his eyes tiredly.

This time, he will never wake up again.

You are dead

[Simulation ends]