Chapter 279
The news broadcast was joyous and exciting, but Xie Xubai's heart suddenly turned cold, pulling him away from the bittersweet feeling of seeing his parents for the first time.
This is not a past or an illusion of the past, nor even the world as we perceive it.
Xie Xubai's first reaction was to find out the situation here, and he swiftly headed out.
Zhao Fang, standing behind him, seemed confused and instinctively grabbed him, her voice filled with bewildered fear: "...Son, where are you going?"
The woman's strength was inexplicably great, and Xie Xubai was unable to break free for a moment.
Legend has it that in ancient times there existed a cannibalistic demon that could mimic human voices and conjure up the appearance of deceased loved ones to lure prey. Similarly, the system's most common tactic is to extract players' memories, attacking their most vulnerable points, and manipulating them into depravity, rebellion, and self-destruction.
Xie Xubai, as a leader in the spiritual realm, had deciphered this tactic countless times, so he was naturally unconcerned.
Now, perhaps it's because of that long, leisurely dream that his mind has become sluggish and dull. Numerous guesses flow through Xie Xubai's mind like water, but he can never grasp the key point.
Xie Xubai frowned indifferently, reached out and pinched the woman's pulse, then gently and without explanation flung her hand away.
The woman stood there, stunned.
Regardless of the purpose of the person who created this illusion, Xie Xubai could not tolerate his biological parents' image being used and tarnished in this way. Without looking at her again, he continued walking out.
But the fake mother wasn't about to give up. As soon as Xie Xubai pressed the doorknob, she rushed up again and grabbed him even harder than before.
Xie Xubai didn't want to make a big fuss and alert the enemy, so he was about to use his mental power to hypnotize the person. However, before he could make a move, the trembling hand that was holding him suddenly loosened its grip and let go of him.
The wind slipped through his fingers, the resistance vanished, and Xie Xubai smoothly stepped forward, opened the door, and walked out.
This is a typical old-style residential building, with gray-black cement ground and stairs right outside the door.
My neighbor's house is across the street, less than two meters away. The iron gate is decorated with auspicious couplets, which are quite old and the edges have faded. There are a few blue garbage bags at the door, and rotten vegetable leaves are peeking out playfully from the gaps, giving the place a very homey feel.
Xie Xubai walked downstairs. The woman hurriedly took two steps to the entrance of the stairwell, but did not continue to chase after him. She simply looked at him.
As he reached the corner, another gaze fell upon his back.
It turned out that the biological father, Xie Huaizhang, had also come out of the house and was standing side by side with the woman, looking at her.
The television in the living room was still tirelessly playing the evening news, serving as a noisy background noise.
The two stood silently, their once intense and heavy gazes gradually fading until even their breathing became inaudible.
Xie Xubai stopped abruptly, a sudden, inexplicable palpitation gripping his heart.
He suddenly remembered that when he unknowingly performed a ritual to help his parents pass on to the afterlife, the two elders had also looked at him silently, their red eyes filled with tears, until the tears completely disappeared without them making a sound.
As if afraid of delaying him.
During the more than ten years that Xie Xubai spent in the world of Theseus's consciousness, he fought openly and secretly, dealing with countless soul replicas of others, and became very clear about distinguishing between the real and the fake.
Then at that moment he realized something, his fingertips suddenly dug into his palm, and a sharp pain belatedly surged up from his heart.
Just then, a creak broke the silence as the neighbor's door opened. A man in his sixties, holding a black myna in his left hand and picking up a trash bag with his right, was about to go for a walk when he saw this strange situation. He slowly joked, "Oh, young man, are you still going through your rebellious phase and trying to run away from home?"
The myna bird flapped its wings loudly, seemingly enjoying the spectacle, and sneered, "Your wings have hardened! Hardened! You deserve a beating!"
Before Xie Xubai could react, Ms. Zhao, who had been silent for a while, suddenly lifted her eyelids and gently reminded him, "Grandpa, how come you forgot to leash the bird again? Have you forgotten that last time it ran ten kilometers away and your whole family searched for it all day? Your son-in-law even broke his leg when he climbed the tree to catch it?"
The myna bird seemed struck by lightning; its smile froze, its eyes widened, and it stared at her in terror.
The old man sensed something was wrong, turned his head and saw that the rope that had been tied to the bird's leg had been pecked open!
This myna bird was quite clever; it gripped the rope with its claws to prevent it from falling, creating the illusion that it was still tied up.
If Zhao Fang hadn't pointed it out so astutely, they could have soared into the sky and lived a carefree life as soon as they left this apartment building.
Unfortunately, the escape attempt failed halfway through. After a chaotic struggle, the myna bird was no match for the agile hands of the sixty-year-old man. Crying for help, it was pulled back into the house by the old man and ruthlessly stuffed back into its cage.
Xie Huaizhang also came to his senses and coughed lightly at Xie Xubai: "No matter how much of a rush you are to leave, you should at least change your clothes. What kind of behavior is this?"
Xie Xubai had just gotten out of bed. His messy hair was no better than a chicken coop. His thermal vest and pajama bottoms fluttered in the wind, and his snow-white feet contrasted sharply with the cement tiles on the floor.
Even though he has a naturally good-looking face and his strange appearance doesn't make people feel disgusted, he has a unique and aloof temperament. Just standing on the street like that, he would definitely become the most eye-catching person in the crowd.
Xie Xubai didn't speak, but curled his fingers and after a long while, he finally let out a soft "hmm".
Five minutes later, Xie Xubai, having finished washing his feet, finally put on his slippers under Ms. Zhao's watchful eye.
These shoes seem to have been bought recently; they look brand new, and the insoles are still fluffy and elastic. When you step on them, your feet sink in as if they're wrapped in soft cotton.
Xie Xubai stared at the shoes, and a picture naturally appeared in his mind.
It was a day when the weather turned cold. Ms. Zhao Fang returned home excitedly after shopping with her best friend and took out new winter clothes and cotton slippers she had bought for the whole family from her bags.
Seeing that the father and son were dressed comfortably and fit well, she immediately beamed with joy and pride.
The scene was so vivid that just thinking about it brought a sweet warmth to his chest, as if he had experienced it himself.
Xie Xubai turned his gaze and picked up the phone on the table. It was the model he often used, and even the scratches on the edges were exactly the same.
He tapped the lock screen, his fingers moving faster than his brain, and expertly entered a password.
It actually opened.
The time was January of XX year. Xie Xubai was a senior in college at the time, on winter break. He had known Ping An for a year before he met Ping An and was facing the problem of graduating and finding a job. The chat history in the class group and recruitment software can prove this.
Xie Xubai went online again and looked through the news events of the past few years.
The country seemed to have just gone through a period of economic downturn, but thanks to the accidental discovery of natural oil deposits last year and the explosive growth of emerging technologies, all industries have revived and are developing vigorously.
The top trending search term is the minimum wage, which has been shockingly raised to between 2,000 and 4,000 yuan according to local policies. Major companies are planning to give their employees a 20% raise this spring!
This looks somewhat surreal.
You should know that in the real world where Xie Xubai lives, the local minimum wage is only 1,200. Some unscrupulous workshops don't even pay that much. If they are unlucky enough to be distorted by the rules of the game, they will have to pay to work for their lives.
However, the comments below were overwhelmingly positive. Even the doubts were not sarcastic or cynical, but simply expressed concerns that the time was too tight and the schedule might not be met.
The remaining people were even more enthusiastic about the upcoming Spring Festival.
Including their accumulated annual leave, they have nearly thirty days, enough to take the whole family on a leisurely trip to the places they want to visit, relieving the fatigue of a whole year of hard work.
If you open the World News section, you'll see that small-scale conflicts occasionally break out in different countries, but they usually subside soon afterward.
Many countries have opened up visa-free policies for foreigners, and the tourism economy in various places has been booming. The next Olympic Games are planned to be held in a small country in Southeast Asia.
...
Such a world is perfect in every way except for being unreal.
At this moment, Xie Xubai glanced down and saw "Photo Album," paused slightly, and clicked on it.
He has a habit of taking photos to remember the moment. When he passes by a cat stretching in the grass or a bird preening its feathers on a tree branch, he can't help but stop and watch, taking videos and photos.
This phone has a lot of photos, mostly everyday pictures of family and friends.
Xie Xubai didn't recognize some of the faces, but after looking at them for a while, he could remember that they were his junior and senior high school classmates.
I still keep in touch with a few of them, and we occasionally meet up on weekends for barbecue, internet access, or basketball.
He clicked on a video and remembered that it was a commemorative video of his first time going to a bar.
The naive young man, barely out of school, was visiting such a high-end and classy place for the first time. He looked at the menu over and over again, his eyes dazzled. After a long time of choosing, he finally ordered a drink with utmost restraint, holding it up above his head under the colorful lights.
I wanted to pay elegant tribute to the successful people on TV, but the next second, a few of my annoying friends popped up.
Xie Xubai still remembers that the cocktail cost a whopping 138 yuan. In the chaos, someone with a sweet tooth took half of it, and the other half was left on the floor. He took a sip and was so angry that his eyelids twitched.
A life without the struggle to make a living is always uniquely tolerant and a bit silly; if you fall down on the street, you'll even praise the hard ground.
He lived a carefree life for over twenty years, playing with cats and dogs, taking pictures of his first three-step layup, his first game-winning performance, his first time eating belt noodles, and his first time reading an entire book. He also took a picture of himself picking up a straight, thick tree branch and shouting "Open Sesame!" at the wall when no one was around.
He took a picture of himself and his wife visiting their relatives in the countryside. His great-grandmother, who was over 100 years old, walked briskly to dig bamboo shoots and make roast chicken. She was so healthy that she could walk ten miles.
He took pictures of his neighbor's cousins taking him for a ride on their motorcycles up the mountain, then strolling to an empty square in the county town, buying two strings of starch sausages, and happily following the bustling crowd to watch an open-air movie.
Spring comes and winter goes, and cicadas sing in the height of summer.
Xie Xubai looked through the photos one by one, losing track of time, until a voice came from the doorway: "Want some breakfast?"
He then raised his head, as if waking from a dream.
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The atmosphere at the dinner table was a little awkward. The elderly couple kept stealing glances at Xie Xubai's expression, but when Xie Xubai looked up, they pretended to look away as if nothing had happened.
Xie Xubai thought to himself that they must be feeling incredibly frustrated. Their silly son had suddenly become unruly early in the morning, not recognizing anyone and running off in disheveled clothes, causing them unnecessary worry.
These are not big problems.
Xie Xubai's greatest skill was feigning ignorance while knowing the truth, playing along with various forces, and manipulating people's hearts. Besides, dealing with two ordinary people who couldn't even kill a chicken required almost no effort; a simple mental suggestion would suffice to resolve the situation cleanly and efficiently.
But right now, her usually eloquent mouth seemed glued shut; the words she knew so well were burned back by the couple's bewildered and worried gazes before she could even begin to utter them.
They died twice, both times because of me.
Xie Xubai thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile.
How could I use such dirty tricks on them?
But he needs to give an explanation for his sudden outburst.
After what felt like an eternity, Zhao Fang got up and tidied up the empty bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen, while Xie Huaizhang went to change his clothes.
One of them was an art teacher in an art class, and the other was slowly retiring from an administrative position; neither of them ate lunch at home. After getting dressed, the two didn't rush to leave. They lingered, strolling around the balcony, watering the flowers and tending to the leaves, until Xie Xubai spoke in a hoarse voice: "I had a dream last night."
"It wasn't a good dream. Many people... have left. Many times I could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything about it."
At this point, parents would usually comfort them with a phrase like, "Dreams are often the opposite of reality."
Or, without taking it to heart, she might scold, "All you ever do is daydream."
Neither of them said a word. Xie's father paused, pulled out a chair, sat down next to Xie Xubai, and asked in a light, half-joking tone, "You dreamt we were gone too?"
That best explains why Xie Xubai's attitude towards them changed 360 degrees after he woke up.
Xie Xubai's head sank as his father's hand landed on his head.
This action would be somewhat embarrassing for an adult, especially since Xie Xubai was actually several generations older than Xie Huaizhang at this time.
The flashing swords and clashing blades, like a raging storm, have sculpted him into a tireless, unyielding, and dignified figure, a benchmark worthy of awe and reverence.
But the person rubbing his head was Xie Huaizhang, so Xie Xubai remained stiff and motionless. He appeared calm on the surface, but secretly racked his brains, trying to figure out what kind of reaction this body should give in order to be reasonable.
Just then, he heard Xie's father sigh with a smile: "Do you remember what your mother once told you—Xie Xubai, you are the most significant and memorable part of our lives?"
Xie Xubai raised his head.
“But I don’t think so.” The fifty-year-old man, with slightly graying temples, raised an eyebrow leisurely. “In your father’s heart, your mother and your grandmother are tied for first place, and you have to be second.”
"When your dad was young, he was arrogant and headstrong. He did a lot of outrageous things. He dared to confront the principal in front of him when he was in school, and he dared to slam his fist on the table and turn his back on his boss at work. The first time he learned to restrain himself was when he was dating your mom. The second time was when the nurse carried you out of the delivery room. I was so nervous that I caught you like you were a bomb, and I didn't dare to breathe."
“Your mother was always afraid to speak loudly to people when she was little. She never even blushed when she was cheated out of money. She only started to become tougher after you were born. I remember once when you were little, you had a high fever that wouldn’t go down. She rushed you to the emergency room in a hurry. Someone cut in line, and she yelled so hard that the whole corridor echoed.”
"After you were born, your mother and I had many new and exciting experiences. Not all of them were good, but most of them were not bad. When you called out 'Daddy' and 'Mommy' and rushed over, it all became a happy occasion. It was quite interesting."
No.
Xie Xubai looked at his father's nostalgic and sentimental expression, and his lips moved slightly.
If you knew that I was targeted by criminals and even lost my life because of them, you would never...
Life is full of disappointments; no one knows whether tomorrow or an accident will come first. If something does happen, it's fate, and what does it have to do with you?
With gentle eyes, Xie's father said earnestly, "Xie Xubai, your mother and I have lived a very happy life. Even if we were to die suddenly now, we would have no regrets."
The couple had been delayed for too long and had to leave now. Just before leaving, Zhao Fang heard Xie Xubai call out to her from behind: "...Mom, I'm sorry."
She stopped and pinched Xie Xubai's cheek as she had when they were children: "Silly child."
After the two left, the noisy living room instantly became empty, but it did not feel desolate.
Perhaps it was because Xie Huaizhang had turned on the air conditioner before leaving, and the warm air was blowing loudly; or perhaps it was because Zhao Fang had asked Xie Xubai, "What do you want to eat tonight?"
Xie Xubai sat for a while, then took out his phone and dialed several numbers he knew by heart.
No one answered at the Jiang family residence, no one answered at the research institute, no one answered at the director's office, and several private phone numbers showed as disconnected.
Someone from Shengtian Group did answer the call. The receptionist politely told him that he needed to make an appointment in advance if he wanted to see President Yan and Secretary Lü.
Xie Xubai simply went out the door.
The moment he stepped out of the apartment building, a dark and unfathomable gaze came from upstairs, piercing his back like a sharp blade.
Xie Xubai suddenly turned around and saw an old woman hanging clothes on the balcony. The curtains of several houses were fluttering slightly. The bright sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting a soft glow on the gray walls. It all seemed ordinary.
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Xie Xubai boarded the bus and first arrived at Lane 56, Taiping Avenue, Zhengxin District. This used to be his shortcut to work, and Ping An would wait for him at the narrow alley entrance when he came home.
He searched carefully from the inside out, but didn't see a single stray cat or dog.
I asked the nearby residents and learned that the cats and dogs had been causing trouble before, and several animal rescue teams had come and taken them away.
Xie Xubai then went to each of the addresses given by the residents.
He met the person in charge, a kind and approachable middle-aged man. He learned from the man that most of the cats and dogs had been adopted by good families, while a small number of those with disabilities or illnesses were being isolated and treated at the clinic.
If the date is correct, Ping An was just a tiny puppy at that time, but there was no matching animal in the rescue team's records.
Xie Xubai went to the clinic to visit the sick cats and dogs. Some were full of energy, while others were not in good condition, with IV drips in their thin, twig-like paws, and they huddled weakly in their cushions, whimpering.
As soon as Xie Xubai entered the room, they immediately jumped up as if they had a telepathic connection.
The doctor, unsure why they were agitated, rushed over to check on them, only to find that the little guys were just poking their heads out and making hesitant calls to a handsome young man with an outstanding demeanor.
The young man reached out his hand, and they eagerly rushed forward, their tails held high, rubbing against the glass with all their might.
Xie Xubai saw curiosity on the little ones' faces.
They do not recognize themselves.
But perhaps the water of the River of Oblivion wasn't drunk clean enough, leaving some traces of intimacy deep in the soul, so one can still act coquettishly and confide grievances at will.
Xie Xubai used the golden light to alleviate their pain, donated most of his wealth for subsequent medical expenses, tapped the little guys' noses from afar, and gently instructed them: "I'm leaving now. You must be good, get well soon, and eat well."
"Meow~" "Woof woof..."
"I'll come pick you up once you've recovered."
"Meow!" "Woof!"
In an instant, the cats and dogs seemed to understand and barked joyfully in unison, leaving the doctor next to them dumbfounded. Vision had stumbled upon an escaped Disneyland.
After saying goodbye to the little ones, Xie Xubai returned to the alley and searched carefully along the surrounding streets. Five hours, including the morning and noon, he found nothing.
He had almost given up hope when, around the next corner, he saw the owner of a small supermarket carrying out a basket of groceries, which he placed in the sun to dry. Inside were small, colorful pom-poms.
Xie Xubai spotted the white one at a glance.
His breathing quickened, and he rushed over, squatted down, carefully lifted the white puppy's head, and gently touched its eyes.
There are no scars from sulfuric acid burns.
May you be whole and safe, with no tail or whiskers.
The shop owner, seeing this, showed the same astonishment as the veterinarian.
You should know that this puppy is the quietest in the litter. It doesn't even make a sound when it falls down, and it turns around and runs away when someone tries to pet it.
I thought they weren't close to me, but as soon as Xie Xubai appeared, they instantly perked up and wagged their tails really happily.
Looking at Xie Xubai's expression, the shop owner was inexplicably moved.
They originally planned to give away all the puppies they had given birth to, but they felt it was a rare opportunity and offered, "Do you like them? Would you like to take one home?"
And so, Xie Xubai got his first puppy, which he named Ping An.
He used his mental strength to protect the puppy and went to the pet store to buy goat milk powder and a dog carrier.
The dog didn't want to go into the bag, and kept whining and trying to get into his arms, so he carried the bag, held the dog, and went to the Jiang family's main residence.
As soon as I got out of the car, I could see from a distance that the main house had been sealed off, with a yellow court seal affixed to the carved gate, indicating that it was being auctioned.
Looking through the railing, the once luxurious ancient villa was now dilapidated, with yellowed and withered leaves covering the ground. An old man passing by even spat at it with disgust.
Xie Xubai: "..."
Xie Xubai turned on his phone and searched online.
It turns out that more than ten years ago, the Jiang family's dirty deeds were exposed, and all those involved were arrested.
Because the Jiang family was a prominent and well-known family in the area, this incident caused a great uproar, and countless people sighed with regret.
As for Ms. Xu, Xie Kaile's mother, she was fortunate in a way. Not long after giving birth, she saw through the ugly face of her husband's family and decisively divorced and ran away with her child. She did not have time to get involved in those wicked businesses and escaped a disaster.
The whereabouts of the mother and child have not been mentioned online since.
But then I thought, to be able to emerge unscathed from such a huge storm and disappear without a trace, there must be the Xu family secretly protecting them and suppressing the news.
Just then, a black Volkswagen with lettering passed by Xie Xubai. The window was half open, revealing a carefree young master playing video games with a lollipop in his mouth.
Behind the Volkswagen was a delivery truck with only one item on it: a sapling about the height of an adult. It had lost most of its leaves in winter, but its branches were gnarled and sturdy, looking very robust. The sapling lazily stretched its branches in the air and swayed in the wind.
Xie Xubai stopped and watched the boy and the sapling leave, disappearing around the corner.
He patted Ping An's head and smiled, "Looks like they're doing well."
Before he could finish speaking, a beeping sound came from ahead as the Volkswagen, which had just gone and never looked back, steadily reversed to Xie Xubai's side. The car window was fully open, revealing the handsome face of the young man, untouched by the gloom.
"Hey...you look so familiar, haven't we met before?"
The driver in front of the car, who was stammering at the opening remarks, turned around in surprise to see his usually unruly little darling looking all humble and shy, glancing around and fidgeting with his fingers—eighteen little gestures in just five seconds.
Finally, the boy mustered up his courage and said to Xie Xubai, "...My grades have dropped drastically lately, and my mom wants to find me a tutor, but I don't like any of them. I think you're great, I like you a lot, and you're very approachable. Do you want to come? 100,000 a month, no, 200,000!"
Xie Xubai hitched a ride with Jiang Kaile, and before he could even say a word, the talkative young master instinctively leaned over and spilled everything over like beans.
Jiang Kaile didn't know where her respect and admiration for this unfamiliar young man came from. She felt that the opportunity to relax and talk freely with him was hard to come by, and she inexplicably wanted to cry.
He held back his tears and said that he had been taken away from the Jiang family by his mother when he was a child, and had no feelings for this place. Recently, for some reason, he kept dreaming about a sapling in the Jiang family garden, and he couldn't feel at ease until he took it with him.
Then she continued rambling on, her eyes sparkling, as if she couldn't get enough of talking, asking Xie Xubai's name, where the dog in his arms came from, what he was going to do, how he ended up here, what his hobbies were, and whether he liked watching movies...
Jiang Kaile's trip this time was not only to move the saplings, but also because his mother entrusted him to deliver something to Yan Shuo, the chairman of Shengtian Group.
The two families are not related by blood, yet somehow they have become friends.
He wasn't particularly close to that person, but he had heard of their achievements; they were among the most unattainable figures in upper-class circles, and he held them in high esteem. Yet, for some reason, he also felt a slight resentment.
At this moment, Jiang Kaile had already started chatting with Xie Xubai, and without any hesitation, she moved closer to him and said righteously, "He is not a good person, and I always feel that you will be deceived by him."
The driver broke out in a cold sweat as soon as he heard those words. He thought to himself that the young master really had no sense of propriety; he just blurted out nonsense.
But Xie Xubai was not surprised at all. He was neither swayed by the enthusiasm of the young master of the Xu family, nor did he feel flustered when he heard the name of the important person.
The young man sat casually in the car, his demeanor unrelated to his clothing or appearance, exuding an air of tranquility and detachment.
His gaze toward the boy was filled with enviable doting affection and seriousness. When he found something amusing, he didn't make any big expressions; he simply raised his eyebrows and let out a faint, barely suppressed smile.
That smile alone warmed the winter chill and brought the feeling of spring.
Soon, they arrived at the main gate of Shengtian Group. At the same time, a research team with the national emblem on the lining of their car quietly got out of the car at the back door.
Leading the group was a capable and shrewd middle-aged female professor, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, moving with a brisk, confident stride. The other male professor, roughly the same age, was solemn and aloof, rarely smiling. The group following behind them displayed obvious respect for them.
Lu Xiangcai, dressed in a suit and tie, was waiting at the door early to welcome the two into the company.
Lu Xiang's secrecy was impeccable, and he went unnoticed along the way.
It wasn't until an employee accidentally caught a glimpse of the two faces that had just been trending on the news that they suddenly realized what kind of important figures the company had invited. They couldn't wait to share the news in the group chat, and the entire company immediately erupted in excitement!
These pillars of the nation, these great figures, possess exceptional talent and high moral character; their very existence is an authority that stirs the blood. They usually dedicate themselves to their research in the institute, living a secluded life, and without an introduction from acquaintances, even a simple meeting is difficult. Now, to have the privilege of seeing them in person, how could my heart not race?
But as expected of a big shot, his powerful aura could be felt from ten meters away, making one's legs go weak.
Employees who were familiar with Xie and Pei's names could not imagine what the two big shots looked like other than solemn.
The two professors were known for their strict discipline and formidable authority. Having weathered many storms, few things could move them. Their team members, observing this, increasingly idolized them, believing that even if the heavens and earth were to crumble, the professors wouldn't even flinch.
Even today.
When the young man holding the puppy and the young master of the Jiang family appeared together in the corridor outside the conference room, the subordinates were shocked to see that the two professors actually stopped in their tracks, their pupils dilated, and they showed unprecedented stunnedness.
The corridor was clean and bright, and the sunlight streaming through the window was just right. The Spring Festival was approaching, the temperature was dropping, but the streets were bustling with activity. Every household was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, filled with a joyful and pleasant atmosphere.
Xie Xubai had been staring at the two of them ever since they appeared, from head to toe, without ever looking away.
Pei Yuheng was still the same as before, no, much better than before. His white hair had decreased, and the wrinkles between his brows had faded. He was no longer haunted by ghostly energy and looked healthier than ever before.
And Xie Yuchun...
Xie Xubai could never forget Xie Yuchun's divine form, standing tall amidst the stars, her body fading, as clear as a thin veil, as vast as an insurmountable mountain.
He came lightly and left lightly, without looking back, leaving the world behind like dust and his loud shouts behind.
Responsibility and mission trample all suffering underfoot; the living are forced to move forward, with no time for lamenting the passing of spring or the coming of autumn.
And when everything returned to normal, the woman no longer needed to sacrifice herself. She achieved great success in her favorite field, surrounded by crowds under the flashing lights, and those cold and ruthless eyes regained their emotions, becoming passionate and profound.
—It was only then that one suddenly realized that the journey had been filled with hardship and displacement.
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