In a quiet corner of the forest, four tombstones stand silently.
Here, isolated from the outside world, time seems to slow down, but everything is still just as I remember it.
cemetery.
In many cases, such places represent misfortune and fear; people are afraid of such places and always try their best to stay away from them.
However, there is one situation that is different...
That is when the person you love most is lying six feet below you.
All his previous emotions vanished, and Ning Feng's mood completely changed the moment he stepped into this area.
He put aside everything, whether it was some kind of mutated demon or some secret place of holy words.
Ning Feng felt an unprecedented peace in his heart, and at that moment he had no other mood to think about those issues.
He just stared blankly, his gaze passing over Jiang Wan and Xilin in front of him and landing on the tombstone.
The tombstone had just been cleaned; it was spotless and looked brand new.
But Ning Feng, who knew all this, knew that it was just an illusion, and that they had been standing there for a long time.
Those were the tombstones of my parents and Jiang Wan's parents.
die.
The greatest divide between those who are alive and those who are missed.
The insurmountable barrier between life and death binds countless people.
Ning Feng was one of them.
Exhaling a breath, Ning Feng awoke from his daze and began to walk slowly forward.
He walked past the two people, bent down, and put down the bouquet of gardenias he had chosen.
After a long silence, he finally uttered only one sentence in a soft voice:
"I am coming."
I've finally arrived...
I've come to see you all.
There were no other words spoken.
Looking at Ning Feng's profile, Xilin sensed his low spirits. Just as she was about to speak to comfort him, Jiang Wan gently tugged at her sleeve.
Shaking her head, Jiang Wan gestured to Xilin with her eyes not to speak at this moment.
(Is it okay?)
Jiang Wan was not confused by Xilin's concerns and nodded seriously, replying in her heart:
(Yes, I believe him.)
It's just sadness of this level.
Xilin looked at Ning Feng, who looked like a statue, and walked away silently with Jiang Wan without saying a word, leaving Ning Feng alone.
The rustling footsteps faded into the distance until they disappeared completely.
Ning Feng was the only one left in the forest, and tranquility returned.
Ning Feng stood quietly in front of the tombstone, his expression no longer as calm as before. With no one else watching, his defenses relaxed slightly.
As he silently gazed at the name engraved on it, his aura softened, completely losing the sharpness he had displayed when he was so determined.
He sheathed his claws, concealed the lingering murderous intent within him after the killings, and, mimicking his childhood self, revealed his true self to his parents.
The child who left home has suffered all kinds of grievances and wants to go home to find out if his parents are safe.
He did not shed a tear.
The pain of losing loved ones has long been smoothed over by time, and the lingering sorrow in his heart is not enough to make him lose control and shed tears.
He wasn't angry either.
That's just how the world is; people will always lose something, and he's long been used to it.
But his mood was indeed as Shirin felt, somewhat uncontrollably low.
Or rather, Ning Feng was simply somewhat disappointed.
He now possesses far greater power than before.
He had seen false gods who failed to ascend to godhood in ancient legends in a world like a dream, he had seen heroic kings fight against fate, and he had even faced saints alongside beings beyond legend...
Ning Feng has experienced a great deal; his story is fascinating, more so than many people's entire lives.
He could even see his destiny in moments of reverie, a straight path leading upwards, pointing to the gods in the clouds.
In that future, he will fight against even more gods, searching for a new way out for others in a world of despair...
Despite this bleak future, Ning Feng was not afraid; in fact, he was full of confidence for various reasons.
He has the opportunity to become the hero he dreamed of being when he was a child.
But Ning Feng was powerless to change the past.
Ning Feng can prevent future losses, but he has no way to change the facts that have already happened in the past.
There is simply no way to change it.
The past cannot be retrieved.
This sense of powerlessness wasn't usually strong, and Ning Feng wasn't someone who liked to look back.
But when faced with the cold, lifeless tombstone, these emotions were silently ignited.
His relatives were not actually buried here; their bodies disappeared in the accident. All that remains is an empty cenotaph.
But this did not prevent Ning Feng from feeling sad.
What's gone is gone, and those who have left can never come back; there's nothing you can do about it.
Looking back, all I see is sorrow and grief.
His fist clenched tightly, then slowly relaxed.
Dwelling on the past and wallowing in self-pity does not alleviate any pain; it only makes one appear weaker.
Ning Feng didn't like this feeling, but what's wrong with a child showing their wounds to their family?
After maintaining this posture for a while, Ning Feng, whose expression had been stiff, suddenly relaxed.
His emotions suddenly subsided, and the vulnerability he had shown moments before was nowhere to be found.
"You would never have imagined, would you? One day, I would actually bring such a wonderful woman to meet you."
Ning Feng thought of the two women who had worried about him earlier, shook his head, and smiled self-deprecatingly:
"Your child has turned out to be such a man."
People may label a man like me in different ways, but what do you think of me?
Ning Feng knew the answer.
No matter what they become, children will always be children in their parents' eyes.
At most, he'll just give himself a good scolding.
Turning to look at the other two tombstones, Ning Feng's expression became even stranger.
"And you guys, seeing me run off with Jiang Wan like this, don't you regret not giving me a good beating when I was little? Not nipping my bad ideas in the bud?"
"However, even if I had done that back then, I probably wouldn't have listened."
With the suppressed emotions released, Ning Feng laughed.
Buried here are not only their longing and hopes for their loved ones.
Here, Ning Feng also left behind his weaknesses and pain.
He used to refuse to bow to that weakness, but now he has reconciled.
He has matured and become capable of bearing this sorrow.
Raising his clenched right fist and gently pressing it against his left chest, Ning Feng slowly bowed to the four tombstones in front of him.
"I've come to see you."
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