The cat flew through the bronze archway, leaped over the yellow sand and the Milky Way, and jumped to the top of the stele forest. It lowered its head and carefully used its tail to brush the snow off the "snowman" under the tombstone, revealing a girl as pale as crystal.
Chang Le slowly opened her eyes. The cat wrapped its warm, large tail around her, rubbed against her face, made a purring sound in its throat, and meowed twice.
The meowing sound entered my ears and was automatically translated.
Chang Le certainly doesn't understand cat language; it's all thanks to the cat. I don't know how to make her understand.
The cat said that a man came to the door and wanted to come in.
Chang Le opened his mouth, but found his throat too dry to speak, so he just nodded.
The cat turned and leaped away.
Someone came up, and Chang Le looked up to see.
A man in a beige overcoat walked up. His hair reached his neck, he had delicate features, a cool and aloof demeanor, and a thick cloak was draped over his arm.
He is Chen Wusui.
He is ranked second among Mu Liangchao, Xue Wuwang, and Ren Baitou, and currently serves as the deputy director of the Cuiwei Institute of the Research Office.
Chang Le propped herself up and sat up. Chen Wusui stepped forward, gently supporting her shoulders. Once she was seated, he unfolded the cloak from his arm and wrapped Chang Le up tightly.
Chen Wusui didn't smile much, but he wasn't cold. He gently rubbed Chang Le's back and the outside of his arms:
“It’s snowing heavily outside, and I guessed it might snow here too, so I brought you a warm coat. You can’t stay at home freezing.”
Chang Le's frozen and tense body warmed up slightly. She shrank her neck and buried half of her face in the snow-white fur collar.
Chen Wusui withdrew his hand and sat on the stone edge opposite him.
His gaze fell on Chang Le, and after a long while he seemed to sigh: "Lele, you've suffered."
Chang Le didn't speak, but gently shook his head.
Chen Wusui reached out and picked up a strand of Chang Le's long hair that was hanging outside her cloak, his brows furrowing slightly: "If Fu Guang saw you like this, he would probably be heartbroken."
Chang Le glanced at the strand of hair and realized that it wasn't snow that had fallen, but rather that a few more strands of white hair had appeared out of nowhere.
"I'm sorry, I don't think any of us can truly understand how you feel, nor can we really comfort you."
"Time flows like a river, and no matter how much I say, I can't change the outcome. However..."
Chen Wusui said softly, "There's something I feel I should tell you."
Chang Le opened his mouth, but his dry, hoarse throat only produced a few sounds.
Chen Wusui's expression changed slightly: "Is it frostbite?"
Chang Le shook his head. He wasn't frostbitten, but he hadn't spoken or drunk water for several days and couldn't speak for a while.
Chen Wusui breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "It's about Fu Guang's death."
"In fact, what happened back then was both a man-made disaster and a natural one. Fu Guang died not only because of the coercion of those people, but also because of his predetermined fate."
Chang Le looked at him, puzzled.
Chen Wusui reached out and brushed the snowflakes off her head, put the hood of her cloak on her head, and then said, "Back then, when he decided to send you away, many of us disagreed."
Whether it's the Hua family or any other aristocratic family, they are all outsiders. No matter where you go, it's not as good as staying in the Ninth District or staying at home.
Fu Guang loved you the most; he couldn't possibly be unaware of how much it would hurt you to push you away. But he was also the most resolute, something none of us understood until he gave an unsolvable reason.
"Lele, he told us that his time is coming to an end."
Chang Le looked up in alarm, staring at him in shock.
Chen Wusui nodded slightly: "That's what they said."
Everyone dies; none of us can live forever. We are trapped by the fundamental laws of life and death.
Since the natural disasters, it's true that, aside from demons, some humans have been able to live for a long time, but no one can live forever. The same applies to Fu Guang.
"Perhaps in terms of lifespan alone, he could have lived even longer. However, I can't imagine how many near-death experiences he went through in these three hundred years. Each time, it shortened his lifespan."
"Lele, do you know what he was like when he was little?"
Chang Le looked at him blankly.
Chen Wusui told her, "He mentioned it to us."
"Fu Guang was born into the Shen family and inherited the top-tier [Dragon Transformation] ability, but he was weak and sickly from a young age."
In those days, natural disasters had only occurred a few decades prior, and the world was in chaos, with human life cheap as grass. Just as a pack of wolves abandoned its sick and weak cubs, Fu Guang was abandoned as well.
He wandered for about two years, and no one knows how he survived those two years in the chaos.
Later, he was found by someone and taken back home.
That person was the owner of the No. 001 God-Making Laboratory, the 'Evil God' Jiu Fang Gui.
Chang Le's expression brightened.
Nine directions, return!
"In most current discourse, the evil god's laboratory is one of the sources of global calamities, but in Fu Guang's words, it is the place where he truly lived as a human being."
He said that the evil spirit had conducted several experiments, improved his physique, and implanted two other superpowers into him.
After that, Fu Guang was no longer plagued by illness and weakness, and the golden dragon bloodline within him, which had been suppressed due to his constitution, fully awakened, allowing him to cultivate with rapid progress.
"With his physique and cultivation level, let alone three hundred years, another three hundred years is not impossible. However, he has been injured too many times."
"He led people to escape from the destroyed laboratory, drove out the alien species to establish the Ninth District, united to establish the Central Plains regime, and guarded the Jade Tower Pass for three hundred years... During this time, he suffered countless injuries and diseases, each of which wasted his lifespan."
"By the time he realized his life was coming to an end, it was too late."
Chen Wusui looked at Chang Le and asked, "Do you remember when he was seriously injured when you were ten years old?"
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