When was the last time you cried?
Shirin couldn't quite remember.
In some ways, she is indeed a timid person, unwilling to socialize and reluctant to accept separation.
But Shirin is actually a very strong-willed person.
Aside from crying when her parents passed away, she hadn't felt what it felt like to cry for a very long time.
She has a strong mental resilience.
For over two hundred years, she resisted loneliness alone, choosing to merge with solitude and immerse herself in the ocean of knowledge.
Is Shirin's elven bloodline the reason she was able to smoothly enter the legendary realm?
Does this mean that elves, like dragons, can all become legends simply by aging?
No.
If that's the case, then elves, who can reproduce even more prolifically than dragons, would be the overlords of the world, and no one else would have a chance.
For elves, the threshold for becoming a legend is equally high.
Shireen's legendary status was certainly due to her elven talent in magic and her age, but more importantly, it was due to her own hard work.
For 99% of living beings, the path to legend is incredibly difficult.
Talent and hard work are both indispensable.
The tedious experiments and suffocating loneliness did not break down her inner defenses; instead, they became a solid barrier protecting the softness in her heart.
Protecting that vulnerability that cannot be spoken of to others.
And just now, that barrier, which had been solidified for nearly three hundred years, finally shattered.
But what broke her was not the unbearable pain and sorrow.
It's a different kind of emotion.
When it gets close, it remains calm and unperturbed, as if nothing has happened, appearing harmless.
But by the time you truly realize it, it has already completely taken over your heart, permeating every corner of your being.
The gentlest knife can hurt the most when it cuts someone.
This feeling has been described by some as the most twisted curse.
But many people call it...
like.
"I forgive you, so can you forgive me?"
"I am willing to spend the rest of my life with you."
"Elves? That's no big deal."
"Because it's you, that's why I love you."
"…………"
...
"Thank you."
"I love you."
Tears streamed down my face.
Xilin didn't want to cry. This was clearly a time for happiness, and she shouldn't let tears become the main theme of this memory.
Unfortunately, she couldn't control herself at all.
The more I try to control myself, the more my tears flow uncontrollably.
no……
I can't cry anymore.
Pat it on.
Ning Feng held Xilin in his arms and sat on the bed. He stopped saying sweet words and just gently patted her back and stroked her spine.
Ning Feng whispered in Xilin's ear:
"It's okay, you can cry."
With his eyes fixed ahead, Ning Feng seemed to vaguely see a little girl's journey through two hundred years of life alone.
Gain, then lose, gain again, then lose again...
After being hurt once again, she chose to hide herself away.
"We no longer need to hide it."
Whether it's a secret or your inner thoughts, you no longer need to hide them.
"I will always be here."
I saw a woman's tears again, but Xilin's situation was different from Jiang Wan's; she couldn't let her emotions out all at once in a destructive way.
Xilin's personality is not as decisive as Jiang Wan's; she lacks the courage to love and hate and is somewhat indecisive.
But this is not a flaw in personality; it is simply a personality trait, neither good nor bad.
That loneliness and resentment had long been deeply rooted in her soul, and could not be resolved all at once.
Pulling out a festering sore and squeezing out the pus and blood will eventually leave a scar.
What Ning Feng had to do was gently pull it out without harming other parts of the body, and then silently fill it with emotion.
That emotion is love.
Tears.
vent.
She cried until her body began to tremble.
In Ning Feng's arms, Xilin released the emotions that had been building up in her heart for hundreds of years.
Her pain, her loneliness, her regret...
"If only I had been this strong back then!"
Does that mean family members don't have to leave you?
if……
Xilin hugged Ning Feng tightly, her emotions running high and she couldn't control her strength.
Card.
The joints inside Ning Feng's body twisted and turned under the pressure, creating a sickeningly painful sight.
Fortunately, Ning Feng was no longer an ordinary person who was powerless to resist, and he resisted the loving hug without changing his expression.
It hurts a little, but I can bear it.
As time passed, the sobs gradually subsided, eventually turning into soft snores.
Shirin is tired.
After crying her heart out, her mind is now blank, and she feels completely disoriented.
Then there's the fatigue.
After the tears, she belatedly realized that she was so exhausted that she didn't want to lift a single finger.
Before Xilin could speak, Ning Feng gently placed her on the bed.
The tears on her face were wiped away, her coat was gently unbuttoned and taken off, and her body was softly covered with a blanket.
"Sweetheart, go to sleep."
Ning Feng gently kissed Shirin's forehead and activated the succubus's powers, allowing her to smoothly enter a dream.
She wanted to resist, but under Ning Feng's reassurance, she chose to comply.
Slowly drifting into a long-awaited dream.
As Xilin gradually fell asleep, Ning Feng sat down by the bed and took her hand.
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