Chapter 155
Golden light shone forth, instantly shutting out all the noise and commotion, creating a peaceful and tranquil world within its small space.
At first, the vengeful spirits couldn't understand what it meant to "give me all your pain and hatred."
When it sensed an unnamed force touching its consciousness, it panicked and frantically tried to escape.
Until a gentle force stopped it, like the flowing water of a hot spring seeping into its heart, bringing a glimmer of clarity to its tormented mind—
Those who have never died will never know that the moment they become vengeful spirits, the pain they experienced in their previous life and the obsessions they couldn't let go of take root in their minds and replay endlessly.
When I want to walk, I first think of pain. When I want to eat, I still first think of pain.
If one has a strong will or someone to comfort them, they will be fine. But if one has a weak will and no one to rely on, they will be in pain all the time.
Therefore, the reason why the vengeful spirit was able to regain its clarity and discover its own abnormality is naturally because it suddenly stopped feeling pain.
But...it doesn't hurt anymore? It really doesn't hurt anymore?! It doesn't hurt anymore?!
Something in the withered and silent chest seemed to come alive, pounding violently, and the vengeful spirit was almost moved to tears.
It couldn't help but look at its leg, which had been broken by someone with an iron rod.
Even now, it can still clearly remember the moment it saw the stick come down, the sharp, piercing sound of the wind, the excruciating pain that made its hair stand on end and tore its heart apart, and the immense despair when its bones cracked and popped.
It was baffled; it could still feel touch, yet it felt no pain whatsoever. Why...?
The vengeful spirit looked up blankly, its gaze suddenly freezing.
It saw a fine layer of cold sweat slowly seeping from Xie Xubai's temples, and his face turned pale in an instant.
The vengeful spirit was stunned, belatedly realizing a utterly absurd fact.
It turns out it wasn't that it didn't hurt; it's just that this time someone else was hurting for it!
Like a raging storm crashing down, after a moment of disbelief, the vengeful spirit began to panic and become helpless.
The most unforgettable pain in its life wasn't just the broken leg, but also the years of brutal beatings. The worst time, blood flowed everywhere, flesh was burned, and the white bones were visible.
It recalls that terrifying memory, yet it still feels no pain.
Every detail is vivid in my mind, but it doesn't hurt.
The vengeful spirit stared at Xie Xubai like a frightened bird, noticing that he couldn't help but tremble his eyelashes, as if he was trying his best to endure something. His face was drained of color, and veins bulged at his temples.
How could there be such a... such a... person?
Just as someone long mired in darkness cannot believe in the light, the vengeful spirit, unable to comprehend why a complete stranger would go to such lengths for it, rambled on incoherently: "What did you do? Why did you do this? Are you helping me? How are you? What's your purpose—"
Xie Xubai's gentle voice rang out, more calm and composed than expected, even carrying a hint of gentle laughter: "Alright, don't panic."
The terrified, vengeful spirit met Xie Xubai's eyes.
Even while enduring unimaginable pain, those eyes never showed the slightest gloom or hesitation. Gazing at it, calm and gentle, like a lighthouse standing firm in a storm.
"There's no reason why. You've been lost for too long, it's time to go home." Xie Xubai held up a ball of light and sent it into the vengeful spirit's body. "Before you leave, I want to show you a memory."
That was a past unknown to the vengeful spirit.
After he was arrested by Lü Xiangcai, his elderly parents, who suffered from mild dementia, were taken to a local welfare institution by Lü Xiangcai to live out their remaining years.
The elderly couple's condition was not good. Lu Xiangcai did not want the vengeful spirit to cause trouble, so he simply did not say anything. However, the elderly couple would occasionally receive photos, letters, and wages from the vengeful spirit.
The elderly couple didn't know he had been arrested; they only knew he had traveled far away to earn money for their medical treatment. He found a new job as a farmer in a landlord's household, worked diligently, received many raises, and even started dating a girl.
They passed away suddenly from illness, without experiencing much pain. Their only regret was that their poor health prevented them from making the long journey to visit their child at work, and from seeing him one last time before they died.
But when the two elders looked at the peaceful and vengeful spirit in the photo, and thought that their child had finally been able to live a peaceful life after suffering so much, they felt that even this little regret was nothing.
In the fragments of memory, the two elders were seen peacefully closing their eyes, and the vengeful spirits shed tears.
But this time, instead of tears of blood, a clear, shallow stream of tears flowed from his eyes. The intense resentment emanating from him dissipated like a torrential rain, and the hideous, bluish-black ghost face vanished, revealing a kind, honest, and square-faced human face with tears streaming down his face.
Lu Xiangcai captured him and saved his parents, thus settling their scores. His pain was borne by Xie Xubai, his regrets were soothed by Xie Xubai, and there was no longer any reason for hatred.
He should go.
Xie Xubai smiled and said softly, "Go, have a safe journey."
The converted souls were filled with gratitude, bowed their heads, and turned into wisps of green smoke that dissipated into the sky.
Before disappearing completely, a faint golden light descended upon him, landing in Xie Xubai's palm. As a token of gratitude, he sincerely offered his power to Xie Xubai, small yet devout and pure.
Xie Xubai carefully put it away.
In a way, he had to thank the system. If it weren't for the [God] identity that the system had given him, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to divert his consciousness and learn about those obscured past events one by one.
Xie Xubai released the spatial restriction and raised his head.
Golden light shimmered within the tide of vengeful spirits, and many of them were brought into separate miniature worlds. In other words, Xie Xubai had temporarily set up countless private treatment rooms and brought them in for treatment.
Of course, there will be vengeful spirits who will feel resentful.
Those vengeful spirits who did not receive such treatment, seeing the other vengeful spirits around them achieve their wishes and peacefully ascend to heaven, were filled with overwhelming resentment: Why save them but not me?!
They no longer targeted Lü Xiangcai, but swarmed around Xie Xubai like hungry hyenas, their eyes gleaming with a greenish-blue light as they stared at him greedily.
From within the black mist, countless dark blue claws stretched out towards Xie Xubai, their fingertips trembling as they desperately reached forward, like grasping at driftwood in a flood, as the vengeful spirits cried out their pleas.
"Master, save me! Save me!"
"I'm giving you all my pain!"
Look at me!
"I'm in so much pain, I'm so angry! Look at me!"
Seeing that Xie Xubai had his eyes closed and ignored them, the vengeful spirits' expressions changed instantly, their longing turning into overwhelming hatred, and their shrieks filled the sky.
"A hypocrite with a sanctimonious facade!"
How could you not save us?
You must save us!
"If you don't save them, don't even think about leaving this place today!"
"If you don't save us, we'll make sure you suffer a terrible death!"
Xie Xubai hadn't reacted yet when the little tentacle suddenly became enraged. Normally, it couldn't stand hearing someone want to hit a human, let alone this group of vengeful spirits clamoring for the human to die.
A bunch of crunchy chocolate chips! Who gave them the guts?
After a long silence, Yan Shuo raised his eyelids, pressed down on the squeaking little tentacles to prevent them from entering the illusion, and coldly said: "Look, he's not as fragile as you think."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Xubai finally opened his eyes again.
The vengeful spirits suddenly noticed that Xie Xubai's eyes had changed. They were black just moments before, but now they were golden pupils, devoid of any gentle warmth, only filled with a chilling power like a sword being drawn from its sheath, as if towering mountains were pressing down upon them.
An indescribable sense of panic spread rapidly through the tide of vengeful spirits as Xie Xubai's aura changed dramatically.
Before they could make a move, the golden chains pierced through the black mist like lightning, pulling out the few vengeful spirits that had been shouting wildly.
The vengeful spirit was powerless to resist, staring in astonishment at Xie Xubai as he slowly approached, its expression instantly changing.
"What are you going to do? Let me go!"
"No, no, I was wrong, sir! I don't need your help anymore! Please spare me!"
"I remember you." Xie Xubai looked at one of the vengeful spirits and said without sadness or joy, "Hu Shunchang, a bandit from Xing'an Village on Tiger Head Ridge, fled here due to the war. In his pursuit of wealth, he murdered fifteen people in Xiao'an Village, including women, children, and the elderly. During his exile, to conceal his identity, he killed seven passersby. After his death, he was incorporated into the rules of Hongyin Ancient Town and became a vengeful ghost, causing countless harms."
He placed one hand on the vengeful spirit's head, his expression cold and aloof as he lowered his eyelashes, his golden eyes shining like the blazing sun, exuding an imposing aura without anger: "You were torn to pieces and died, and were suppressed for a hundred years without liberation, suffering the torment of being eaten by insects. The cause and effect here are settled. I will end your pain and hatred. Go in peace."
The vengeful spirit was terrified; the tone was not like that of someone trying to save it, but rather someone trying to kill it!
It tried to struggle and escape, but the next second, a powerful golden flame suddenly erupted from Xie Xubai's palm. The flames blazed brightly, illuminating the calm contours of Xie Xubai's face, and instantly devoured the vengeful spirit, its shrill screams echoing all around.
"Damn it! Run!"
Upon seeing this, hundreds of vengeful spirits screamed and fled in panic.
Xie Xubai remained standing, raising his eyes to look in that direction.
Countless golden chains shot out, piercing through the thick, cold black mist, weaving into a net that bound them one by one, pulled them back, and threw them to the ground.
The vengeful spirits suffered, and the little tentacles were overjoyed, laughing triumphantly: "That's more like it! That's more like it! We should give them a good beating! Beat them until they're terrified and submit!"
If it weren't for the fact that it only had one tentacle tip, it would have already clapped its hands happily, praising the human's heroic figure in killing the monster.
The little tentacle turned to Yan Shuo excitedly and said, "Bai Bai is too tired by himself, I'll go kill a few for him!"
"Kill?" Yan Shuo scoffed, mocking its naiveté. "If it were simply a matter of killing these vengeful spirits, why go through all this trouble?"
There's no need for its tiny tentacles to rush to be the center of attention; it can destroy the entire Red Shade Ancient Town with a mere flick of its finger.
But--
Yan Shuo looked at the spot where the vengeful spirit had "died."
The other vengeful spirits were terrified by Xie Xubai's swift and decisive methods, and scattered and fled without looking back. Not a single vengeful spirit noticed that after the flames burned out, there was not nothing left, but a wisp of wispy green smoke – a soul that had been exorcised.
The white spirit looked around blankly, and finally, following the guidance of the golden light, peacefully ascended into the sky.
The Buddha has a fierce-looking Vajra.
Unlike other compassionate Bodhisattvas and Buddhas, the wrathful Vajra is clad in a tiger skin, wears a skull crown, and holds various ritual implements. His angry expression and fierce image have made him famous throughout the six realms and eight wastelands.
The wrathful Vajra delivers evil spirits not through chanting scriptures or persuasion, but through an invincible vajra pestle in his hand. With a single blow, the force shakes mountains and seas, forcing countless vengeful ghosts to abandon their evil thoughts and tremble in fear, bowing their heads in submission.
People generally believe that the wrathful Vajra destroys ghosts with his fierce anger and thunderous killing methods, but they do not know that the Vajra also has a compassionate heart and a desire to protect all living beings. He does not destroy ghosts, but to guide and transform them. His power comes from his inner beliefs and his adherence to the righteous Dharma.
Therefore, they are different.
When Yan Shuo makes his move, those vengeful spirits will be scattered and dispersed into scattered energy under the impact of his power. Because their resentment has not subsided, they will most likely become bait to feed other strange creatures.
Xie Xubai's will to care for the world has become almost a belief, unshakable and indestructible.
Only by harnessing this belief to fuel spiritual power and aligning with the Vajra wrathful deity can one invoke the rules, forging the pure, crystalline fire of Buddhist teachings, powerfully cleansing the resentment and suffering of evil spirits, and achieving true liberation.
Therefore, at this moment, the help of the little tentacles was useless. The ghost kings who stayed behind could not relieve Xie Xubai's pressure in the slightest, nor could they step forward to interfere.
Only Xie Xubai could do that.
Yan Shuo's gaze shifted and settled on Xie Xubai, a slight tremor appearing deep in his pupils.
Xie Xubai's forehead was covered in even more cold sweat, which almost streamed down his cheeks. The veins on the back of his hands and temples stood out menacingly. He unconsciously clenched his back teeth, and his whole body trembled in pain.
Above the sky, countless golden halos shimmered faintly, like thousands of stars, radiating a warm light.
That means that while Xie Xubai was performing rituals to help these evil spirits pass on, he never stopped to bear the suffering of the good souls, recall their past, and soothe their hearts.
The unbearable pain of countless vengeful spirits weighed on one person, yet that person, aside from clenching their fingers and taking several deep breaths, still maintained a straight back, their eyes remained as blazing as the sun, and their hands, which controlled the golden fire, were as steady as a rock, without the slightest tremor.
Xie Xubai smiled and said, "Didn't you ask me to save you? Come on."
"Don't push your luck!"
The vengeful spirits roared and fought desperately.
Golden flames soared into the sky, transforming into surging waves that crashed against the boundless illusion. The world before the eyes of all the vengeful spirits instantly became a tapestry of interwoven golden and black flames, each collision unleashing a blinding light!
Bye-bye!
The little tentacle watched with bated breath, when suddenly it was thrown onto a cold chair and bound by a restriction, unable to move.
The little tentacle froze for a moment, then saw Yan Shuo suddenly stand up and stride into the illusion. Feeling deceived, it cried out: "Damn it! Didn't you say you could just watch?! Let me go, I want to go too! Bye-bye—"
In the illusion, the intense light dissipated, and countless vengeful spirits lay sprawled on the ground, howling in agony. Some of these spirits were directly purified, leaving behind pure souls that looked around blankly before transforming into shooting stars and soaring into the sky.
The severely injured vengeful spirit retreated in panic, leaving a large blank area centered on Xie Xubai.
No ghost dared to utter a sound; the scene fell into dead silence, and countless eyes stared at the human in the center with a mixture of fear and trepidation.
They had seen humans before, so weak they could be easily driven mad, torn to shreds with a single claw! But this person before them—could he really be considered human? What kind of human could be so strong?
Although Xie Xubai could still stand, he was weak and swayed slightly, taking two unsteady steps back.
Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind, pressed against Xie Xubai's back, wrapped a large hand around his shoulder, and pulled him into an embrace.
Xie Xubai was caught off guard and looked up to see Yan Shuo's deep jawline.
Yan Shuo's gaze was as cold as ice as he stared intently at the vengeful spirits. His face was so tense that it trembled slightly. The muscles in his arm, which was holding Xie Xubai tightly, bulged, and his strong, thin fingers almost dug into Xie Xubai's flesh, like a lion on the verge of rage.
In Xie Xubai's mind, the gold-rimmed glasses and Yan Shuo were somewhat different, so in his daze, his first reaction was to frown and resist, urging his mental power to push the other away.
Suddenly, his wrist tightened; the gold-rimmed glasses transformed into hard black handcuffs, firmly binding his wrist to Yan Shuo's.
Xie Xubai's pupils froze, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.
But in the next second, in a flash, he caught the emotional fluctuations emanating from the man with the gold-rimmed glasses and Yan Shuo—anger and heartache, an unprecedented and unparalleled consistency.
The gold-rimmed glasses did not betray him.
...How did he come to this conclusion before? Why couldn't he understand that these two guys were the same person from beginning to end?
Xie Xubai was pulled by the shoulder by Yan Shuo and pressed into the other's chest. The thick and domineering masculine aura enveloped him, igniting a hidden and deep heat in the lingering heat of the golden flames.
Xie Xubai silently took a breath, his throat a little dry. He reached out and covered Yan Shuo's throbbing hand with its veins bulging, and said jokingly, "President Yan, I don't know why, but I have a feeling that you really want to beat me up right now."
The bulging, menacing veins on the back of his hand gradually subsided under Xie Xubai's gentle massage.
Yan Shuo looked down at Xie Xubai, meeting his clear, smiling eyes, and then turned away expressionlessly after a long while.
“No,” Yan Shuo said, “you need to be placed in the back of the line.”
As the last note faded, an irresistible pressure crashed down like rolling thunder, causing a circular shockwave to ripple outwards. The illusion finally succumbed to the pressure and shattered with a deafening roar.
Apart from Xie Xubai, Lü Xiangcai, who was protected by the golden light, and those benevolent spirits, all the vengeful spirits and evil ghosts were sent flying backward by the huge impact, breaking beams and smashing walls. The second floor of the Red Yin Theater collapsed directly, with bricks and tiles flying everywhere and constant shaking.
Pei Yuheng and the others reacted extremely quickly, standing up before the commotion erupted and swiftly dodging the falling rubble and broken wood.
Seeing Xie Xubai fall out of the illusion and be held in a man's arms, Pei Yuheng's heart trembled. He rushed forward and asked loudly with extreme worry, "Xie Xubai, how are you?"
Xie Kaile stared wide-eyed at Yan Shuo, who had just appeared, and asked in astonishment, "Third Uncle? When did you arrive?"
Without a second thought, Ping An jumped off the second floor, bared his teeth at the vengeful spirits filling the sky, and ran towards Xie Xubai.
Xie Xubai quickly replied, "I'm fine! Don't come any closer!"
Turning back, he saw Yan Shuo manipulating an even purer and thicker black mist, grabbing all the dying vengeful spirits and throwing them in front of him, piling them up like a small mountain.
Yan Shuo "thoughtfully" advised: "It's all here. If you concentrate your power, you can burn it all down with a single fire."
Xie Xubai looked at the wailing, mournful spirits, unsure of what expression to make: "...Thank you, President Yan."
Yan Shuo heard the extremely subtle groans and soft gasps in Xie Xubai's voice. After watching him for a while, he placed his palm over Xie Xubai's brow.
The man's palm was broad and hard, with a thin layer of calluses. It was slightly rough against Xie Xubai's pale skin, and the slightest rub caused a tingling, itchy sensation.
Xie Xubai felt a consciousness invading his mind. Thinking that Yan Shuo would not harm him, he paused but did not resist.
Soon that force began to rage, sweeping across the world like a raging tsunami, penetrating every corner except for the sea of consciousness that maintains clarity of thought.
The cold, dark, and silent atmosphere creates an unusual sense of tranquility.
It was as if he had returned to the day he first met Yan Shuo, when he was caught off guard and swept into the filthy depths of the sea by the waves, and all the noise was covered by the seawater.
He was no longer in pain or discomfort; he could only feel the cold water flowing over his skin as his body fell, fell, until it plunged into boundless stillness.
It was at this moment that Yan Shuo pinched Xie Xubai's nape.
The subtle yet forceful movement jolted Xie Xubai back to his senses, and he managed to grip Yan Shuo's wrist with difficulty.
He felt as if he no longer belonged to himself, almost intoxicated by that force, his fingertips trembling slightly: "...What is this?"
“Sensory stripping.” Yan Shuo paused, lowered his eyes darkly, gently stroked Xie Xubai’s bloodless face, and slowly stated, “I can’t help share the pain like you can.”
Evil gods only know how to destroy and take away.
Therefore, light is light, and darkness is darkness; they are clearly distinct.
Yan Shuo leaned close to Xie Xubai's ear, his voice hoarse and cold, whispering tenderly, "Your consciousness and spirit are too bright and pure. It must be unpleasant to be invaded by darkness."
Xie Xubai remained silent, his expression calm.
However, his spiritual body deep within his sea of consciousness trembled sensitively under the back-and-forth impacts of the dark waves that seemed to be trying to conceal its presence.
Seeing Xie Xubai trembling silently, Yan Shuo suddenly felt a bitter taste in his mouth and forced a smile.
Before today, He was still confident that He could drag Xie Xubai down with Him into darkness.
After this day, He finally realized that no matter how dense the darkness, it could not shake the humanity before Him for even a moment.
If He hadn't acted quickly, and if he had a choice, Xie Xubai might have preferred to die alone rather than let himself be consumed by darkness.
Yan Shuo straightened up, completely covering Xie Xubai's eyes with his palm, and silently lowered his gaze to place a kiss on the crown of Xie Xubai's head.
Like a dragonfly skimming the water, it touches the surface briefly and then disappears without a sound.
He said, "Since you're not feeling well, you should act quickly and finish what you want to do as soon as possible."
At the same moment, in the consciousness space where Lü Xiangcai was located.
Xie Xubai and a woman sat facing each other at a table.
The woman was probably in her early twenties, wearing a long, fitted, dark blue cheongsam with a ruyi-shaped collar and cloud pattern, her left leg casually crossed over her right.
This posture was extremely ungraceful, yet it was precisely because of her beautiful and dignified demeanor that it exuded a unique charm.
The premise is to not look at her face, ignore the deep, bloody sores that reveal the bone, and the exposed bone at the wound site.
Xie Xubai held a golden eyebrow pencil, and with a touch of the tip on the woman's sore, the decaying and hideous wound grew new flesh and blood at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, new skin was formed, smooth, tender, white, and delicate.
Like withered trees blossoming in spring, the wrinkles and horrifying scars left by time vanish under the caress of these hands.
The woman slightly lifted her eyelids and keenly noticed that Xie Xubai's complexion had suddenly returned to a rosy hue. His laughter was as light and melodious as a nightingale's: "Thank goodness, thank goodness. Just now you looked like you were on your last legs. I was really afraid that you would roll your eyes and collapse while you were painting."
With Yan Shuo's help to shield him from the pain, Xie Xubai was naturally much more relaxed than before. The body he left in his consciousness space was a fragment of his consciousness that he had separated. If he hadn't been able to separate his consciousness, Xie Xubai wouldn't have been able to guide so many benevolent souls to liberation at the same time.
Xie Xubai smiled and said, "Aunt Cen is joking."
The woman smiled and said, "Why are you calling me 'Auntie'? I think I wasn't even as old as you when I died."
“Miss Cen is young and beautiful, so I would naturally like to use a more affectionate form of address.” Xie Xubai chuckled. “I’m just afraid your son will be unhappy and angry, and will scold me for taking advantage of his mother.”
The woman's smile faded slightly, and she gave a faint, forced smile.
After Xie Xubai restored her to her original appearance, she stood up and asked with amusement, "That child seems unrestrained and arrogant, but in reality, he is very sensitive and fragile. You woke me up, aren't you afraid that he won't be able to handle seeing me?"
Xie Xubai shook his head: "Lu Xiangcai must settle his karmic debts and get rid of his inner demons in order to break free from the constraints imposed by the rules."
"Besides, you overestimate me." Xie Xubai looked up at the woman. "I have no ability to awaken the souls of the dead from a hundred years ago. You appear only because you cannot let go, leaving behind a lingering obsession that has not dissipated for a hundred years, until today when you reunite with your old friend."
The woman's eyes were deep and unfathomable as she asked mockingly, "Didn't you wake me up? So, even if I wanted to leave right now, you couldn't stop me?"
Xie Xubai and the woman looked at each other for a moment, then he smiled gently: "If you don't want to, I won't force you, and I also guarantee that if you want to leave, no one will stop you. As for Lü Xiangcai, I will find another way to settle his karma."
The woman scrutinized Xie Xubai, then suddenly smiled, her gaze still carrying a hint of admiration: "Now I finally understand why my son cares so much about you. If you were in our time... no, it doesn't matter what era you're in, you would definitely be the object of countless people's dreams."
After she finished speaking, she turned around, stepped out of the illusion created by Xie Xubai, and came to stand in front of Lü Xiangcai.
Lu Xiangcai and Gu Nan cleared up the misunderstanding.
There's really nothing to explain, nothing more to say. He was in the illusion, and Gu Nan was also in the illusion; they sensed each other, but one avoided seeing the other, and the other couldn't find him anywhere.
It wasn't until Xie Xubai acted as a go-between that the deadlock was broken, allowing the two to meet.
Gu Nan was so ashamed that he burst into tears. After a brief silence, Lü Xiangcai sighed and said, "Don't cry. Why is a grown man crying so much? It looks really bad."
Gu Nan, tears and snot streaming down his face, asked, "Do you think I'm incredibly stupid?"
“…” Lu Xiangcai raised an eyebrow. “They’re not that stupid. At least they have some self-awareness.”
Gu Nan cried even harder in an instant.
He choked up and said, "My father and the others have treated you badly. I apologize to you on their behalf. I'm sorry, Ajiu! I won't be a burden to you anymore. You must take good care of yourself."
Gu Nan took a deep breath, then suddenly stepped forward and hugged Lü Xiangcai tightly, trying to be strong, but he burst into tears again: "You are my brother, my brother for life! Thank you."
Lu Xiangcai appeared moved, his lips moving slightly.
A moment later, he smiled and slapped Gu Nan on the back of the head: "I know, get lost. Remember to be smarter in your next life, don't be so naive as to believe everyone."
Watching Gu Nan disappear before his eyes, Lü Xiangcai had no time to calm his turbulent emotions. He turned his head and bumped into an unexpected face. His pupils suddenly froze and his brain buzzed.
"……mother?"
Author's Note:
Happy Lantern Festival! [Sprinkling flowers]
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