One wants to redeem his friends, is forced to become a god, believes that his own downfall will lead to more profound consequences, and still has a youthful and rare idealistic innocence.
A moonlight that belongs to the cold and brutal cold.
A sunlight that shines on the earth.
The blue full moon hung high above him. He slowly closed his eyes and sighed, as if forever and still... watching the years.
If he had been exposed to such bright eyes at the beginning, if he could be more naive, perhaps... he would have become more idealistic, he would have prayed to the gods desperately, even if the chance of failure was higher, please let Su Wensheng go.
He would hope that... Su Ming'an and Su Wensheng could coexist in the world. If they met, they would definitely be like-minded soul mates, not a legacy where one could only die and the other could live.
But, it's been missed.
"Su Ming'an." Li Mingyue said:
"Draw out your sword of destiny."
Su Mingan drew his sword with some confusion, and the golden and white blade was shining.
Li Mingyue bowed his head calmly, with his hands on the sword blade. He closed his eyes, as if he was saying a long prayer.
Heaven grants us prosperity and the earth endows us with everlasting wealth.
He let out a long sigh.
I put my heart's palms together and pray in the holy city of Rovia Cathedral, praying for the grace of light and love at this moment of civilization's peril.
——Please, gods, bless this child.
——Please, those distant and unreachable beings above the starry sky, those illusory lives that we don’t even know if they exist... please look after children like Su Mingan.
Look at these children, their ideals are rarer than any gems, their love is more dazzling than any brilliance, and their will is tougher than any metal. Please bless them with peace, joy, and happiness.
They deserve all the good things in the world... Please don't let the pain they've suffered in the first half of their lives continue.
I sincerely pray here...
Please bless this child who is about to become a god.
Holy.
Holy.
…
cluster.
Accompanied by prayers.
Golden spots of light floated around.
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