Under the warm yellow desk lamp, he spaced out for quite a while, eventually taking out his notebook from the prop bag.
But today, he didn't write any clever quips.
Instead, he gazed deeply at the blank page before slowly writing:
"When my parents left, they never said anything to about the Myriad Beasts Realm or the Throne of the chanical God.
The fact that their lifespans were only nine years sounds like a deal with the devil.
Where did they go in the end?
Is the direction I'm now understanding really the correct one?
Co to think of it, they never seed to ask anything of .
Perhaps that's why I liked them?
Life is long, and I've just realized that I cannot always face the unknown with a nonchalant attitude.
I used to think they were just the slightly smarter bunch among fools. But looking back now, my mother was right.
The world is so vast, and I am grateful for those who love that I've t.
I miss my parents very much."
This was a passage without much aning.
In Tang Xian's notes, most were interesting or bizarre thoughts and argunts.
He seldom felt lonely. Just like he said at his sister's wedding, perhaps the world doesn't need others to bring joy to him because he is interesting enough.
But then again, who says life only needs joy?
A man's growth can happen overnight, so of it not even noticed by himself.
Tang Xian closed his notebook. Then he turned off the desk lamp.
The streets outside had also completely quieted down.
He kept his breathing rhythm steady, thinking he would fall asleep quickly.
But after ten minutes, he was still wide awake. Not like before, when sleep would co as soon as he wished.
He tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Reflecting on his life, which wasn't really that long, one thought remained in his mind.
The world is so big, surely he will et soone who truly loves him in the future.
As he thought this, Tang Xian closed his eyes but also furrowed his brow.
Restlessly, he couldn't fall asleep.
He had a lot to say in his heart, but it wasn't like before, when all he needed was an audience—after he spoke and the listener heard, everything would drift away with the wind.
This ti was different, so he didn't speak to Akasi or Song Que.
In fact, he didn't even have definite words for what he wanted to say.
A loner naturally gets used to solitude, but that doesn't an they're content when loneliness strikes.
The soul often inadvertently—easily reveals what's in the heart.
Thinking of Li Xiaoyu's face that flashed through his mind, Tang Xian felt a bit stiff.
He slowly sat up.
These annoying emotions were actually fleeting; for soone like him, in a few more hours, they would all be temporarily shelved.
Especially since he was about to go to the Sacred Fortress, to join forces with Yu Xiaozhe and the others to reveal the true nature of the Judgnt Knights.
This matter was extrely important and would impact the entire Pyramid World. It could even be said to be the beginning of lifting the veil on the "Fishbowl" nature of the Pyramid.
Yet he suddenly decided to delay this plan.
He decided quite straightforwardly to go back to Baichuan City first thing tomorrow.
Because after thinking it over, it seed like only talking to Li Xiaoyu wouldn't feel out of place.
He beca serious, or rather, alert, like a hen suddenly finding her eggs stolen.
This comparison might be a bit weird, but their bewildered expressions were the sa.
It was a long ti later that he finally took a deep breath, saying to himself quite seriously:
"It's good, it's alright, it's probably not spring fever. I can go to sleep."
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