He threw the food, water, and fish into the sea, and sitting on the boat said, “You are so cold-hearted, then don’t see me, don’t give me any more food, don’t shelter me. Let me be swept away by the storm, let me be swallowed by the tsunami. Death can take everything away, and I absolutely cannot—nor will I have the chance—to disturb your peace again.”
As he spoke, he closed his eyes. The small boat drifted on the sea, and even when the waves gently pushed it back to the shore, he did not disembark.
A few days later, he was so weak that he was barely able to stand, and then he saw the miraculous creature he had been longing for once again.
He couldn't help but cry out, "Is it only by approaching death that we can meet again? Why don't you just be more ruthless and let me become a ghost, rather than be tormented by longing?"
The silver dragon's cold, golden eyes silently gazed at him. The youth, feeling the weight of those majestic, indifferent, and aloof eyes, spoke again: "I cannot understand your actions. You chose to avoid me, yet you saved me in my time of need. What are you? Are you a beast? Or a god? I call you the god of the sea, yet you have never responded. Have all my feelings been given only to a mindless beast?"
The young man shook his head when he saw the silver dragon.
The young man's eyes lit up: "Is there a reason you're avoiding me?"
He saw the dragon nod.
"Then, can you tell me your reasons?"
The silver dragon remained silent.
"Is it the gods who forbid you from associating with humans?"
Silver Dragon shook his head.
"Is there some kind of prohibition preventing you from seeing me?"
Silver Dragon shook his head.
"You live on the ocean, while I live on the land?"
The silver dragon shook its head and spoke in human language: "Nothing can stop my will."
The young man looked sorrowful: "No, you are stopping yourself. You have been avoiding me for reasons unknown, and I know you feel the same way I do."
"Since my birth, I have not had what humans call emotions."
“You have it, but you haven’t realized it, you don’t understand it. You carefully avoid it, you’re wary of it, and you only realize it when you realize you’re about to lose it, but then it’s too late. I also know that you have another reason, and perhaps that reason is the real one, but you won’t tell me.”
Silver Dragon said, "You are very much like my deceased friend."
"Yes—that's it—because of this! So you avoid me, you don't want to see me as him, right? Because your friend is as great and irreplaceable as you, so I, humble and insignificant as a human being, shouldn't exist in your eyes. But he's already gone, and you can't bear to part with me, who resembles him—right?"
The young man laughed until his breath became weak: "Since that's the case, then—let me become him, let me become him. I will make you regret it. You've toyed with my sincerity like this, I will curse you, I will make you regret it. Believe me—even the smallest, insignificant human being has a terrible rage."
"I'm sorry." The silver dragon slowly lowered its eyes. "I never intended to hurt you."
“How pathetic, how laughable,” the young man said. “I wish I had never met you. All the emotions of my life have burned for you, and yet you tell me that what I thought were your slightest feelings for me were just an illusion. How can I, with my pride, tolerate such an insult? If there really is a next life, then I sincerely hope that I will have no feelings at all.”
"You will get what you want."
The young man laughed loudly and closed his eyes.
Silver Dragon stared at him quietly for a while, then turned and disappeared into the sea.
...
"Ah Xun? It's time. Shao Gong is calling us to go out."
Yin Chen's cool yet gentle voice reached his ears, gradually bringing Long Xun's consciousness back to reality as he emerged from his dream.
He opened his eyes and sat up, only to see Yin Chen standing by the bed, fastening his belt, a hint of worry on his usually cool face: "A-Xun, you suddenly fell asleep, has something happened?"
Yin Chen knew that his partner was so powerful that the world could not bear it, and he also knew that Long Xun never needed to sleep. Now that he was asleep, did it mean that he had been rejected by the world again?
Long Xun glanced at Yin Chen, shook his head slightly, and said softly, "It's alright. It was just a dream."
It's just that person in my dream...
Long Xun frowned slightly, but quickly calmed down before Yin Chen noticed.
In all these lifetimes, Yin Bei, who always opposed Yin Chen, looked exactly like him.
In the dream, the Northern Celestial Emperor was sometimes calm and composed, and sometimes gentle and unrestrained, with subtle differences in his demeanor.
When Ah Chen was trapped in a nightmare, he overheard a conversation between the brothers.
And... the curse of the young man from the distant past before his death in the dream just now.
Long Xun thought he probably knew what was going on.
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