Even the wild grass at the base of the wall grows around that mark, refusing to be stained with a single drop of blood.
Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural order of things, like peach blossoms in a garden. No matter how beautifully they bloom, they will eventually wither, but they can bloom again next spring when the wind blows.
New buds can sprout on the branches, and even more vibrant flowers can bloom.
Like the tea on the table, no matter how fragrant it is when brewed, it will eventually cool down. Once it cools, you can replace it with some fresh leaves and brew it again. The tea soup will still be clear and bright, with the freshness of Longjing tea.
Like the wind under the eaves, no matter how warm it blows, there will be a change of seasons. When the season changes, it can still blow back with the fragrance of flowers the following year. It is still soft and fluffy when it brushes against your cheeks, with a hint of sweet osmanthus.
But if we forcefully defy fate, we might lose even this small chance to "try again," and instead lose the warmth and security we have right now.
Losing the tea on the table, the wind under the eaves, and the person firmly remembered in my heart—the words in her annotations, the warmth of her grip on the gun, the curve of her eyes when she smiled.
I remember the strength with which she held my hand as she taught me to write the character "稳" (steady), stroke by stroke; even the warmth of her fingertips is etched in my heart.
Haoyue's little ears drooped down with a "whoosh," even the few strands of white downy hair at the tips of her ears withered, as if they had been hit by autumn frost.
Its round body curled up into a ball, lying on the table like a sun-damaged lumps, even the silver bell around its neck was silent.
It only occasionally trembled when it breathed softly, revealing a tearful grievance, and even the osmanthus petals clinging to its downy feathers drooped, as if bowing its head in sorrow for it.
I suppressed a laugh and gently touched its warm, downy fur with my fingertips. The touch was soft and fluffy, like touching a sun-baked cloud, and even my fingertips felt warm.
Even the osmanthus blossoms wobbled when I touched them with my fingertips, almost falling off.
"However, it's not impossible for me to travel to other worlds with you."
It suddenly raised its head, and its round eyes instantly lit up, like two glass beads that had been suddenly lit. Even the pupils of its eyes reflected the candlelight on the table, shining as brightly as stars.
Its droopy ears perked up into small arcs with a "whoosh," and its paws instinctively reached forward, almost knocking over the empty teacup. It hurriedly withdrew its paws in a panic.
Its tail tip couldn't help but wag rapidly, causing the downy fur on its back to tremble, and even the osmanthus blossoms on the fur shook and almost fell off.
“After all, I’m really worried about you,” I sighed deliberately, with a hint of helplessness in my voice, and gently poked its round head with my fingertip, smoothing out the little bit of downy fur.
"If you leave me, some powerful host might grab your ear and use you as a paperweight to press down documents, flattening your round body and even making your silver bells hoarse."
Or perhaps you've been fooled by some other cunning system, exchanging ten years of good deeds for a worthless stone, and you're still licking it like a treasure, forgetting even to drink the pre-rain Longjing tea I left for you.
When I found you, the tea canister was empty, with only a few tea leaves at the bottom. What should I do?
It nodded anxiously, its little paws tapping loudly on the table, making the silver bells tremble and tinkle like a string of small beads jumping on the table.
"Host is the best! Haoyue will definitely obey! I will absolutely not trade anything with other systems! I'll bite anyone who tries to fool me!"
As she spoke, she opened her toothless mouth, revealing pink gums, looking fierce, yet like a little fluffy ball with its fur standing on end.
Even the osmanthus blossoms on the downy feathers swayed and almost fell off. It quickly used its paws to gently press the petals back onto the downy feathers, afraid of losing them.
Even its round eyes were fixed on the petals, as if it were protecting some rare treasure, and it even softened its breathing.
As I gazed at its eyes filled with dependence, the smile on my lips faded slightly. I picked up a crumpled osmanthus petal with my fingertips and gently stroked the wilted petal with my fingertips.
He slowed his breathing and spoke softly, like the wind rustling through the pages of a book on his desk, with a hint of nonchalance, as if it were just a casual remark. He didn't even look up, his eyes fixed on the osmanthus blossoms.
But his fingertips trembled slightly, and even his voice had a barely perceptible hoarseness.
"I just don't know what it will be like to follow you on those missions that take you through the world, to travel to places where the sun rises and sets in different ways."
In countless fragmented worlds, amidst the myriad scents of the wind, and in every blooming of a flower, is it possible... to see the Regent again?
I didn't ask whether the trip would harm me.
After all, traveling between different worlds is beyond human capabilities, so there's no reason why it shouldn't come at a price.
There are no free lunches in life; what falls from the sky is often a trap disguised as a sugar coating.
Beneath the sweet exterior lies a sharp thorn; a slight misstep can leave you bleeding profusely, even eroding your soul and fading your memories of her.
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