Because, before he left, Fu Guang entrusted me with the task, saying he hoped I would take his place and accompany him on the path he was meant to walk. But I think I cannot take his place, much less fill his void.
I'm sorry, Lele. I'm not as brave as you and Fuguang, nor as bright and pure as you two.
I don't know how to help you or accompany you; all I can do is offer pale and weak words.
I pray to God that those words will bring you some warmth and a sense of belonging when you are traveling alone, so that you know you are not alone.
Even if time pauses us, those of us who love you will leave you with eternal warmth, accompanying you through the long journey of life.
—"Always remember that this is where you were born and grew up."
—"Believe me, this land will never forget you, nor will it decay the brilliant traces you left behind."
"Fuguang and I will fill your long life trajectory with good, bright and beautiful things within the limited length of your life."
"My dear Lele, my friend, my little girl!"
The spring bud has grown into a world tree, and the world outside the window is within reach. Please boldly walk on.
I will become a star, accompanying you to the depths of the galaxy, so that the loneliness of the universe cannot steal your warmth.
"Alright, Lele,"
Now look up, I'm going to become a star.
Goodnight, little one.
A recording button was attached to the end of the letter. A pale fingertip touched it lightly, and an incredibly soft humming began to play:
"Spring buds await sprouting..."
Flourishing and thriving...
Become a great tree of the world...
Goodbye, Star River...
The piercing tinnitus shattered my eardrums, turning all my thoughts into pale, icy snow, sharp and painful to the bone.
The sharp pain broke through her stiff joints, making it impossible for her to sit or kneel upright. She bent over in a disheveled state, her forehead pressed against the cold stone steps, tears welling up in her eyes.
Lu Yanhuai...
Lu Yanhuai...
Lu Yanhuai...
What am I going to do... what am I going to do if I'm left behind?
...
In fact, the existence of a soul is also limited by time. Before it completely dissipates, as the soul weakens, its memories will be the first to be stripped away and disappear.
If forgetting is the key point, then when they forget their past, isn't that tantamount to death?
Yan Guanshan was like this, and so was Lu Yanhuai.
So after countless years, it is still goodbye.
...
Chang Le gripped the recording button he had pried off tightly, as if it were embedded in his very bones.
...
No one knows how long Lu Yanhuai remained in this form.
Because later, after countless years,
No one can set foot on this pure land.
...
Seven days later, Chang Le shook off the snow and left.
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