It's hard to imagine that such breathtakingly beautiful scenery, seemingly otherworldly, could be found just around the corner, with a desolate and sinful abyss below.
Hua Changle couldn't wait to share her joy with Mo Yue, but when she suddenly turned around, what she saw was—
"Mingxi?!"
The person standing behind her had long hair styled in a graceful arc in the wind, and honey-colored eyes filled with a sweet, sugary glow.
It is not Mo Yue, but Ming Xi.
“It’s me.” Mingxi’s expression carried Huayu’s pity.
"It's also Mo Yue."
"We are one body with two souls."
Even though she had already guessed and confirmed this possibility, her heart still involuntarily clenched when Mingxi said it herself.
One body, two souls—but this is a result of human intervention.
"Come over here."
Mingxi reached out his hand to her.
Hua Changle took his hand and walked with him to the center of the flower sea.
This is a pristine white world, gently caressed by a long breeze, like the ebb and flow of the tide.
"This is a rose of Sharon."
Mingxi squatted down and gently stroked the pure white, delicate petals.
The petals were touched by the wind and nestled against his fingertips.
"Tumi flower?"
Hua Changle also squatted down.
She wasn't a flower lover; although she found flowers beautiful on ordinary days, she couldn't compare to those who truly loved and understood flowers.
However, this does not prevent her from respecting and cherishing these delicate yet magnificent beautiful lives.
"After spring, all the flowers have faded. This is the last flower of spring."
She carefully touched the flower with her fingertips. The flower kissed her fingertips.
Mingxi stood up and opened his palms towards the sea of flowers:
"rise--"
As soon as the words were spoken, the earth trembled and the sea of flowers swayed.
The scattered sunlight transformed into rising golden flowers, slowly ascending from the sea of blossoms.
Under the bright sun and the gentle breeze, the golden flowers transform into beautiful silhouettes.
The golden light blurred the outline, yet one could still vaguely discern the once-amazing vitality.
Mingxi looked at them with tender eyes: "They are all unfortunate girls."
“Those girls who come to me, those who seek to live, I send to other worlds; those who are determined to die, I collect and bury.”
"This is an ability I was born with, and it is also a responsibility I was born with."
"But I didn't give them the best farewell. Because the villagers lied to me—I didn't know they were lying to me at the time. They said that white is a symbol of happiness and beauty."
However, in Chinese etiquette, white does not actually have a good connotation, at least not in matters of joy or sorrow, such as funerals.
"But I didn't know that, so I liked to wear white, and I dressed them up in the most beautiful white clothes. They were clearly newborns, but I used white, which represents death, to send them off."
"Later, I turned this place into a sea of white roses, so that the ones that remained could rest in peace here, in their most splendid moment."
"The last flower of the rose—the beauty of the end."
Hua Changle remained silent for a long time, her eyes welling up with tears.
Mingxi stretched out his hand, and a special flower with golden patterns landed in his palm, its petals unfurling.
The way Mingxi stared at her reminded Hua Changle of when Hua Lihan looked at Wei Zi.
This is?
"In human terms, she is my lover."
Mingxi held the flower in his heart and looked at her: "Would you like to hear our story?"
That was many, many years after he arrived here—
He had grown accustomed to being looked up to by those who called themselves mortals and respectfully addressed as "the Holy Son".
He was revered as a god by humankind and regarded as an anomaly.
But only he knows that he is slowly integrating into this world, becoming a mortal. This is a characteristic of the Yin Child.
He gained a human body and learned to sleep, eat, and think...
His daily life consisted of—
Morning: Wake up, cook, eat, and conduct transactions;
Afternoon: Lunch, nap, trading, tea;
Evening: Eat, make transactions, take a walk, sleep.
However, he found this kind of life to be busy.
Because the Yin Child is born for trading.
No one knows why ghost children possess such bizarre abilities in the eyes of humans, but that is indeed how they exist and grow.
However, upon becoming human, he began to find his existing life boring.
He didn't quite understand the feeling of boredom, but he felt that after dealing with all sorts of people every day and getting used to those faces that were originally beautiful but twisted into hatred in front of him, he was becoming less and less energetic.
Just when he had this thought, she arrived.
"Her name is Daisy, and she was the first girl who came to me not as a bargaining chip."
"It was a winter morning, the wind was strong and it was very cold. I found her at the entrance of the village and took her home."
Hua Changle was slightly taken aback: This plot seems so familiar?
Mingxi spoke gently:
"She is a girl who loves to travel and explore. She heard that there was a paradise here, so she came here. She got sick and stayed at my house for a long time."
"For the first time, I experienced a feeling called greed."
I always want to stay by her side, to watch her all the time, to see her smile, to see her happy.
At that time, I hadn't yet learned about deeper human emotions; I didn't know it was called—love.
“I subconsciously didn’t want her to know about the deal I made, but she still found out.”
I will never forget the look in her eyes when she looked at me then—how disappointed and resolute it was.
Before I could learn how to try to keep her or express my feelings, she was already gone.
"For a long time after that, I felt like I had lost my soul, and I even felt disgusted with the business I relied on for survival."
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