A prophet who carries the burden of countless souls all by himself.
Approaching God but not God, approaching man but not man, a solitary existence.
Just being with him made Alice feel her gaze involuntarily drawn to him, eventually meeting a pair of gentle eyes.
Alice felt like she wasn't even herself anymore...
Could that almost humble plea really have been made by myself?
Would I have made such a request for someone else in the past?
No, it won't.
To be honest, Alice couldn't really figure out how she felt about Ning Feng.
She was not clear about the true nature of this feeling.
However, she genuinely didn't want him to die.
Because if that were the case, the world would be far too boring.
The gods are suspicious of each other and are constantly fighting each other.
Ordinary people die powerlessly, without even the strength to struggle.
Will the prophetic society, without the prophet, still be the same prophetic society it once was?
Without its spiritual pillar, will the Prophet's Society fall apart?
Will the struggles of ordinary people completely lose all hope?
She actually cares more about these things than romantic love.
As for the rest...
Could this feeling be love?
Alice didn't know, and didn't intend to find out.
She had never tried love and wasn't particularly interested in it.
Human relationships are not limited to romantic love; there are many other kinds of relationships as well.
and……
"He didn't even tell me his name."
snort!
"He has to tell me himself!"
In the silent room, Alice, encased in crystal, curls up and looks up at the sky.
Looking at the blazing sun high in the sky, her lips moved, and she finally spoke the truth hidden in her heart.
"You must come back."
You came back alive, and then...
I'm waiting for you to tell me yourself.
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