464 Harmony
Selma Payne’s POV:
My father was the only one who was barely holding on, but his environnt was not optimistic. Those conspiracies, those open spears and hidden arrows, those daggers hidden in smiles, those wind blades and frost swords had tornted my father for so many years. His lover and family had always been the solid pillars that supported him. Now that the house was about to collapse, how much longer could my father hold on?
If my father fell, what would the future hold?
Could our family be destined to face a catastrophe? Otherwise, why would so many inexplicable disasters befall our family?
Looking at my mother’s dodging expression and resistant movents, my father’s tired expression, and undetectable sadness, I suddenly felt the air thin. Every breath seed to hide invisible needles, blowing up my windpipe and lungs.
The cold blood flowed through my body, turning into an ice sculpture from head to toe. I could only helplessly endure the endless torture.
I felt pain and nausea in my stomach as if sothing had dissolved. A strong acid erupted and gradually eroded my bones and internal organs.
Intense pain struck my body, and my overloaded nerves sent a danger signal to my brain. My self-protection chanism tried to escape the torture by fainting.
In the last mont of the darkness, I saw my father’s anxious face and mouth opening and closing.
I didn’t hear anything.
‘Father...’
‘I’m sorry...’
The wind, the lodious wind.
No matter how chaotic the outside world was, this wasteland was always calm and peaceful. The stream flowed to an endless distance. The breeze swept the low or lush grass, bringing a few black and gold moths flying toward the sky.
I woke up in the stream. The cold water washed over my body. My soft wet hair floated in the clear stream, gently swaying like seaweed and goldfish.
“Are you alright?” she asked.
I remained silent.
The fluttering black-gold moth rested on the tip of my nose for a while, giving an itchy feeling. I sneezed, scaring away the black-gold moth and breaking this mont of silence.
“Are you alright?” she repeated.
“I don’t think so,” I replied.
“Oh, really? Why?”
“There are many reasons, but I can’t explain them all.”
“Alright,” she said. “If you don’t want to tell , forget it.”
So we fell silent again.
This wilderness was always high and wide, making people feel open and happy, wishing there was such a pure land in the real world.
But how could there be so many wishes in life? I was already fortunate to be able to co to this paradise in my fantasy.
After lying in the stream for a long ti, my body didn’t feel cold, but my heart told it was ti to get up.
The stream water evaporated and brought a cool sensation to my skin. Then, the soft wind wrapped around my naked body like a veil. Only then did I realize I was completely naked, not wearing anything. But I didn’t feel ashad at all. In front of myself, there was nothing to be ashad of.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked.
“I’m wondering...” I raised my hand and looked at the dampness in my palm. “Why can’t I move? ”
My feet were firmly stuck to the mud at the bottom of the stream, like a lotus root, ready to move and grow into a lotus.
“That’s normal because you’re lting,” she said with a smile.
Was I lting?
I looked down. My feet had mysteriously disappeared. They had turned into sothing like the roots of the plant. They were inseparable from the mud and the stream water.
“Why is this happening?” I asked.
“Because the ti is up,” she answered.
“What ti is it?”
This ti, she didn’t answer . She disappeared, and the field was silent again.
More and more parts of ‘lted’. I beca a root, a flower bud brewing an unnad matter. However, I still maintained my human form, but my inner self had changed. My concept was being shattered and reassembled.
This was a mysterious feeling. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, either. On the contrary, the joy of a new life was gradually seeping into my soul.
All the negative things had disappeared. At this mont, I no longer cared about my husband, my children, my parents, and my friends. It was not that I had beco cold-blooded, but I had temporarily lost things like ’emotion’. Everything was being shattered and reassembled, and nothing could be ignored.
This was an experience that no one was familiar with, just like the ti at the Rocky Mountains. However, I managed to retain my full consciousness the last ti. I could clearly sense what was happening and control the direction of every piece of flesh and blood.
But now, I could let go of everything and give everything to...
All to...
To whom?
I was lost for a mont, and then the confusion disappeared.
It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter whom I handed it to.
I thought optimistically.
No matter who it was, I knew I could trust her. Even though I didn’t know her, even though I didn’t know her na nor who she was, I could trust her.
As ti was up, everything should be complete.
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