I narrated the dull past I could see through instantly, tirelessly, to this tedious man.
He was boring.
Couldn’t make conversation.
Just kept listening.
I talked about my parents, about the cripple, and about those six people who brought tribulations, describing how they cried and begged for rcy before and, failing that, cursed out of frustration and anger.
I told it all to Abiao.
I knew I had no right to tell the Sect Hierarch, nor would he have the ti to listen to my story.
If I told others, they would spread it around.
Abiao wouldn’t.
He was moody and fierce-looking, having no friends at the sect normally.
"I hate it here."
Sitting on the barren mountain at the edge of the town, looking down from above.
I hate this place that birthed and raised .
Hate it enough to want to obliterate it.
Abiao listened to , his black eyes gleaming, still saying nothing.
Truly a dull fellow.
Perhaps because I had killed my enemies, severed worldly attachnts, now rootless and restless, I began to covet things that shouldn’t be mine, especially when the Sect Hierarch nad my old town Mingyue Town, the thought beca unstoppable.
Song Ning was dead.
No matter the Sect Hierarch’s obsession, she was dead.
But I was different, I was very much alive.
I could talk, dance, and move around.
I believed that one day I could capture the Sect Hierarch’s attention.
I needed to do many things to impress him, to spend more ti with him.
So I beca busy.
I dug out Yan Li’an, the legitimate eldest son of the Yan Family, from the heap of dead bodies at Governor’s Office Pass.
He was indeed a man both handso and dangerously appealing.
Even the Sect Hierarch took nearly a month to erase his forr mories.
On the day Yan Li’an was sent away, the Sect Hierarch pulled aside and gave a firework.
"No matter where you are, just let this off, and I will appear."
I had no doubt about the Sect Hierarch’s words.
Until I saw Shen Shuyun in Mingyue Town.
She had a face even more like Song Ning’s than mine.
She spoke softly and affectionately, completely unlike .
What’s most important is.
She was pure.
Just at the age of becoming a woman, pure as a lotus root parcel after the rain, filled with an innocence I couldn’t reclaim even in midnight reveries.
Abiao told that Shen Shuyun was sent by the Sect Hierarch to gain experience.
He warned to be wary of this woman.
Said she was no simple matter.
Of course she wasn’t.
How could soone with the sa face as Song Ning and be simple?
Everything in Mingyue Town was within the Saint Heir’s control, but no one expected him to regain his mory at that ti.
The Yan Family truly must not be underestimated.
That woman Yan Wanqing took my firework and launched it into the sky.
She said she wanted to et the Sect Hierarch too.
et him then, the Sect Hierarch would surely vent for when that ti cos.
But he didn’t.
A night passed, and he didn’t co.
Just like back when I was left naked in the palanquin, tonight my dignity and innermost feelings were once again exposed to the air.
I knew I was no match for Yan Wanqing, even less for the Saint Heir and the Crown Prince.
When I charged at Yan Wanqing, I did so with a resolve to die.
So when the Dawei Crown Prince acted, my heart felt more relief than anything else.
Just to die in Mingyue Town.
Die in this place that birthed, raised, and ruined .
"I don’t want to know any of those supposed truths anymore."
I vomited another mouthful of blood and heard Abiao start talking nonstop...
"...so tired, so very tired..." I didn’t want to listen to him speak.
Blood gushed from the corners of my mouth, and I felt my whole body enveloped in cold.
How could this be?
This was a place where it was like sumr all year round.
How could I feel cold?
"Don’t sleep!" Abiao yelled at .
I wanted to get angry with him.
I wanted to scold him, ask him who he thought he was to talk to like that.
But I couldn’t.
I didn’t even have the strength to open my mouth to speak.
Yet even so,
I still needed to ask Abiao for one thing.
"Cut, cut off..." I struggled to speak: "Hair, my hair..."
I saw Abiao holding my body, stiffening.
I didn’t have the strength to say it a second ti.
This life hurt too much, and I didn’t want another life after this.
Cutting off my hair ant I would never ascend to heaven; soone like should live forever in hell.
...
Fu Mingyue died.
After Abiao had cut a lock of her hair with a dagger, she finally closed her eyes.
Even in death, her blood-stained lips curved into a faint smile.
Yan Wanqing couldn’t help but walk over and crouch beside her.
Abiao looked at her warily.
Yan Wanqing pointed to her hand: "Can I look at this?"
"Is it even aningful to talk about this now?"
Bending down, Abiao picked up Fu Mingyue and started walking toward the sunrise.
His voice was hoarse as he spoke.
"You were afraid of the dark, so how about I bury you where the sun rises, okay?"
Is that okay, Mingyue?
Here, where the sun sets, the moon will rise, eradicating darkness forever.
Yan Wanqing and her companions watched as Abiao carried Fu Mingyue eastward, walking all the way up a desolate mountain.
"What is he trying to do?" Yan Wanqing couldn’t help but ask.
Having spent so ti with these two, Yan Li’an said, "Abiao rose to the position of Left Protector because of Fu Mingyue; even the na of this small town, I heard he begged the Sect Hierarch to na it."
His whole heart was with Mingyue.
Xiao Pingfeng’s expression was one of pity: "He’s another pitiful soul."
"It’s dawn; let’s go back and rest a bit. We’ll make plans once we wake up," Yan Wanqing said, not playing the saint.
Fu Mingyue and Abiao had stained their hands with countless innocent lives.
It’s rely to say that for every pitiable person, there is sothing detestable.
Such a tragic story; she couldn’t remain indifferent, but she wouldn’t sympathize with them like so saint either.
"Let’s go, I’m really tired." Xiao Pingfeng yawned, about to place his hand on Yan Wanqing’s shoulder, but Yan Li’an knocked it away.
Xiao Pingfeng: "...?"
Yan Li’an shot him a cold look.
Unaware of any of this, Yan Wanqing started walking toward the inn.
She was so tired.
She had no idea that the two n behind her were now at loggerheads.
"Put your hand sowhere it shouldn’t be, and it could be dangerous," Yan Li’an implied as he walked away.
Watching his back, Xiao Pingfeng snorted softly.
Endure.
He must endure.
He was a magnanimous man, not holding grudges against a poor amnesiac.
"Wanwan, don’t walk so fast, wait for !" He quickened his pace, walking briskly toward Yan Wanqing.
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