Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. He wiped it with his right hand, and his face was stained with black mud.
"I hope you can understand that life cannot be repeated. Since you once wanted to live so much, don't keep thinking about giving up. I will help you live," he said.
"Ha, ha ha..." After hearing his words, Siber laughed.
She was dragged in the black mud like a paralyzed person, and bursts of laughter floated out, the sound a little muffled.
"You're so cute... no, you're really innocent." She said, "But it's no use. I've seen my [prophecy]. I won't succeed. I won't win in the end..."
"I don't believe in prophecies." Su Mingan said, "Someone once told me that she could predict dreams. But whether it's predictive dreams or prophecies, it's the same. The future is in your own hands. I... won't leave the future to any prediction."
Siber's head tilted, her hood fell off, and the cursed fire flowers at the ends of her hair glowed faintly in the darkness.
There was a sparkling light in her eyes.
"You don't want to die." Su Ming'an paid attention to her reaction and chose his words carefully: "- You want to die, die in this unknown darkness, die silently, then who did you say to 'let everyone see light and freedom'?
You succumbed to the world and fate, you fulfilled your brother Feng Chang's wish, and died successfully in a deserted corner - is this what you want to prove? "
“…”
"Siber, death is the simplest thing." He said, "When you die, there is nothing left. The world continues to run, and nothing has anything to do with you. Living is the most difficult thing. If this is what you call your ideal and belief, then I was wrong when I first met you. I thought that you, who stood alone between heaven and earth, could be different from others."
He said, gently releasing his hand.
At this moment, as expected, he heard the system prompt.
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[NPC (Siber) Favorability: 50+10]
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A hand covered with thick calluses and scars suddenly grasped his hand.
The sticky mud slid across her palms, bringing a wet and disgusting touch, but she did not let go. Instead, she slowly stood up from the mud.
As she stood up from the black mud, she slightly parted her lips and revealed a faint smile.
"It's a provocation," she said. "I accepted the challenge."
She raised her head and managed to stand up straight, her legs trembling. She supported Su Mingan's back with both hands and climbed up with great effort.
Su Mingan carried her on his back again.
Frankly speaking, Siber's favorability was the most difficult to gain. She was extremely wild, like a lone wolf licking its wounds. Although she was a teenager, her perception and alertness were not low, and she even had considerable combat wisdom, and had her own unique insights into various things in the world.
It is really hard to fool such a person. She grew up in such an environment and is completely different from the simple existence of Jasmine.
Even though her mental state was very bad, Siberia behind her remained very quiet. She pursed her lips, lowered her head and closed her eyes.
"I'm going to sleep." She repeated, "I'm going to sleep."
In order to ensure that her mind remained intact, she wanted to fall asleep quickly while she was still awake.
"Do you need me to sing a lullaby for you?" Su Mingan said casually.
Siber laughed and said, "No, I can sing it myself."
She said, her voice very soft:
"Before my mother passed away, she would sing songs for me. Even though the songs were difficult, she would sing them all the time. I would fall asleep while she sang."
…Of course, after that, after being banished from the First Tribe, she learned to sing on her own.
She sang during those many nights when she was hungry and cold, huddled under a thin blanket and shivering.
She sang as she forced herself to sleep and prepare for the next day's hunt.
As she sang, she would forget everything that had happened and fall asleep peacefully.
...She knew that there was no one anymore who would whisper care to her at her bedside or sing her a lullaby.
So she would sing it herself.
So she could only sing by herself.
Even though later, someone once carried her on his back in the flames and sang this song to her, the memory of that time had become increasingly vague.
No one sang this song to her again.
"I'm going to start singing." She said, and ruffled her hair. The bright red curse fire flower was dazzling among her white hair.
"I'm listening." Su Mingan said.
Siber coughed lightly and slowly closed her bloodshot eyes.
"In the wilderness far away," she began, singing softly, her voice like the slow movement of a stream:
"In the silent dawn."
“…I am watching your shadow.”
"In the collapsing sky."
"In the pale cry."
“…I am watching your shadow.”
Her voice was soft and gentle, floating in the silent dark space like a harmonious children's song.
"In the empty darkness."
"In the years of hesitation."
“…I am watching your shadow.”
"In the shadow of the lamb, the python and the raven."
“I trace your shadow.”
"In the fantasy of blue sky, stars and moon.
"I chant your name."
Her slightly swaying silver hair brushed against his shoulder.
She has a natural scent of green grass, which reminds people of the boundless wilderness.
Completely different from the damp smell around her, her temperament is clear and clean.
She sang softly, her voice becoming quieter and quieter, her breathing becoming slower and slower.
"I don't understand spring breeze, lilac and raindrops."
"I can't see the sea, the tide, or the shells."
"...I was born into the night, I do not understand day and light."
"The black raven is in the tree, and I am listening to the sounds of the night."
"The light of day is too bright, and I am in your dream."
"How wonderful, freedom and light."
“…”
"...How, how I long to meet you."
Her voice gradually faded away.
The sound of light breathing was heard.
She fell asleep.
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[SAN value: 60 points]
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