Chapter 9: Fruits hanging on the same tree always produce similar seeds when they fall.
Lan fell asleep just like that.
Then I fell into a long dream.
He could not feel his hands, feet, torso, head... His eyes, ears, nose, tongue, and body had all disappeared, leaving only the tendrils of consciousness that stretched out endlessly like tentacles.
Lan then heard all the sounds and sights of the world, converging like tides and waterfalls, roaring and then silently receding, rising and falling again, endlessly repeating...
He was initially trapped in this complex and dazzling world of sights and sounds, overwhelmed and unable to escape it.
Then, lost and bewildered in the sudden emptiness and deathly silence, they lost themselves.
This went on and on...
He didn't know how much time had passed, or perhaps it was just a fleeting moment, but he finally adapted to the complex and overwhelming wave that was sweeping over him.
He grasped the clue that belonged to him.
It was a figure that appeared and disappeared like driftwood, accompanied by a sigh.
【orchid……】
He heard someone softly calling his name.
My heart was suddenly gripped, then transformed into a pebble hanging precariously on the edge of a cliff, swaying precariously in the shifting wind.
I recognized the voice.
And he recognized himself through that voice.
His name is Lan.
It is a flower that blooms in spring.
Although he had never seen it.
Yet I still believe it is extremely beautiful.
—It's like that person looking into your eyes.
He was born with a disability; he had no face and his body parts were indistinguishable.
Heaven took pity on him, allowing this creature to live on in this world. Yet, it was cruel enough to let him appear in such a horrifying state.
His blood relatives abandoned him, the scorching heat burned him, the bitter cold froze him... He neither drank nor ate, and no one cared for him. He never died, yet it was as if he had never truly lived.
Until a pair of hands roused him from his daze.
They gave him a name, a body, and perhaps... a heart.
Do plants and trees have hearts?
Perhaps not.
They grow, flourish, wither, and die without ever realizing it.
They take root here, are born and grow up here, and are confined to this place for life, unable to escape their predicament.
But before everything happened, it, they... were all just a seed.
Plants and trees will die, in the soil where they are rooted, but seeds can ride the wind and float between heaven and earth.
That was what he was given.
A seed rooted in flesh and blood.
Using the flesh as soil and the meridians as roots, it grows in the wind with each breath, growing bones, scales, and then covered with hair, developing facial features and limbs, and thus taking on a form...
But that's not enough.
Therefore, Lan observes him, imitates him, and loves him so deeply that she tries to become one with him, yet she ultimately cannot bear to erase his very existence.
Lan liked his taste.
Fruits hanging on the same tree always produce similar seeds when they fall.
The difference is that the other is rooted in this soil, while the orchid is rooted in flesh and blood.
Lan thus possessed a greater warmth, but also a touch of delusional attachment to flesh and blood.
Lan wants them to be together.
Little did they know that from the very beginning, they were born to end the other's endless waiting.
The latter used the orchid's life to exchange for his own death, or rather... liberation.
The moment the young man decided to leave the mountain, his life began its countdown.
Lan saw it.
He watched helplessly as that figure walked further and further away, so resolute, without ever turning back.
Like a drop of rain, it silently blends into the lively and bustling atmosphere of the festival.
He saw the other person walking slowly through the crowd, calmly observing every face and every strange and unusual object around them.
It felt like I was seeing it for the first time, yet also like I knew it by heart.
The crowd surged, and the young man walked slowly, or rather, was pushed and shoved, through the bustling throng.
It was unclear what he was thinking, but a blank expression occasionally appeared on his face.
It's as if I don't even know how I got here, or where I'm going next.
Such conformity is both adrift and out of place.
However, no one at the scene noticed the young man's strange behavior.
Until another violent shoving incident nearly knocked the young man over...
Such a collision should not have had any impact on the young people.
But he still veered to one side.
Losing its balance, it plummeted straight down like a kite with a broken string and no wind.
But the young man did not fall.
Because a pair of hands supported him.
Those hands were slender yet powerful.
The owner of the hand was a woman with jet-black eyes and long, jet-black hair. Her all-black attire made her skin appear even whiter than snow, and her lips were as red as if dyed.
The color, which should have been extremely cold, suddenly blossomed into a smile the moment it met the young man's surprised gaze.
Like red plum blossoms in the snow, blooming in an instant.
It is thrilling and captivating.
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