What happens when you turn to a certain page? The world slowly progresses as you turn the pages. Until you turn to the last page of the book, civilization is destroyed and everything stops. Only a finished book remains.
Li Mingyue nodded: "So, if the whole world can be compared to books... what about people?"
Su Mingan felt empty in his heart.
Watching Li Mingyue wiping the book, Su Mingan, with his keen sense, quickly realized something. Then, a slight tremor appeared on his palm.
"...What." He was about to understand what Li Mingyue said.
"You haven't seen the death of the Rovasa people yet?" Li Mingyue said.
"Yes. I saw the death of Qi Jue and Fu En." Su Ming'an said.
"That doesn't count. Qi Jue is a god and Fu En is a player. Neither of them are considered Rovasa people." Li Mingyue shook her head.
"Wait a minute." Su Mingan interrupted the topic: "Fu En has an emperor as his father and a queen as his mother. He is a native of Luowasha. Why do you say he is a player?"
"...He wasn't a player a few days ago." Li Mingyue said.
At this moment, Su Mingan suddenly felt cold.
"…A few days ago, Fu En was possessed by a player. He used a sleeping array to put the player into a deep sleep, and then took over the player's identity. When Fu En sacrificed himself and died, the player sleeping in his body also died. While you were moved by Fu En's sacrifice, no one knew about the player who died as a result." Li Mingyue said.
……Yeah.
Su Mingan was silent. It turned out that there was a player sleeping inside Fu En... None of them noticed this.
Li Mingyue sighed, her eyes stayed on Su Mingan, she hesitated for a while, and seemed not to intend to continue.
However, Su Mingan's eyes were distant and silent, waiting for him. Like a prisoner who knew the outcome but was still ready to be killed. The two of them were silent for a while. After a moment, Su Mingan spoke: "Godfather, continue. You said that the world can be compared to a book, then people..."
"It's the same with people." Li Mingyue continued:
"When a Rovathan dies... he will turn into a book."
"The longer one lives, the thicker the book will be. The shorter one lives, the thinner the book will be. The book will record their life experiences, their joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness, their loves, hates, desires, friends, teachers, and lovers..."
“Just as shells produce pearls and dusty grapes produce wine, so too, when human beings have lived their short hundred years and ended their lives, their years will produce books and poems.”
"Books will also appear after the player dies, but it will take some time for them to appear."
"So, in Rowasha, besides ashes, people's tombstones also contain a book."
"Books come in different shapes and sizes. For those who lived a life of vigour and ambition, the books they leave after death will be filled with heroic sentiments. For those who lived a life of gentleness and kindness, the books they leave after death will be filled with warm and healing words. For those who kept a young mentality throughout their lives, the books they leave after death will be stained with romantic pink and free green. For those who love cats and dogs, the books they leave after death will have cat paw prints, and may even come with bookmarks, pendants, and small cards..."
“It’s like a work of art.”
“Those who treat stories and words with their heart, their souls will not be lonely and helpless even after death.”
"Talking about love and death, weaving stories into my own life."
“Waiting to be read, appreciated, shared, or as one’s last will and testament.”
"——When they were alive, they recorded the words themselves. After they died, the words recorded them."
“This is the story people write [with their lives].”
“It’s [a book that you only have once in your lifetime].”
…
The death memorial of the people of Rowasha is no longer just a rotting corpse, but a book that tells the story of life. When people are heading towards inevitable death, they know that their stories will not be buried, but can be distributed to others by relatives or friends and remembered forever.
If their lives are interesting enough, even thousands and millions of years later, even if they have already closed their eyes, perhaps there will still be people reading about their lives.
"So..." Li Mingyue's fingers brushed away the dust on the book, making it clean as new, and gently placed it in front of Su Mingan:
"This is... a book someone left for you."
The cat ear pendant hanging on the book swayed like a soft dandelion.
At this moment, Su Mingan's pupils dilated.
His lips began to tremble, and he stared at Li Mingyue in disbelief.
“Ding—ding—!”
A very beautiful book.
Pink blue gradient, clean and clear color.
There was a cat's paw print on the cover, a few chocolate patterns on the side, and a small silver sword as the bookmark. The cat ear pendant had a texture like crystal, and it made a crisp sound when it was shaken, just like her clear black eyes.
But Su Mingan was not ready to know all this.
Everything has already happened.
Li Mingyue's silent and sentimental gaze silently answered his unspoken question - the answer was obvious, so why was he still hesitating?
“Tick-tock. Tick-tock.”
At this moment, the sound of the wall clock was like thunder, and his ears were buzzing, and he could hardly hear anything. He felt like he was in a desert with only wind and sand, a traveler who was about to die of hunger and thirst.
His pupils dilated slightly, as if he had heard a ridiculous joke.
A small hole opened at the tip of his heart, and a cold wind blew through it. He even felt like he was still dreaming.
"I...wait...no..."
...Maybe his hands are shaking.
He couldn't feel whether he was standing or not.
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