Not Extinguished

When I was eighteen years old, I fell off a cliff and survived. The person who picked me up was a woman in scarlet clothes. She said I couldn't stop screaming. I thought it was the name, but later I found out it was the lamp. As long as the lamp is not extinguished, people will not die. She lived for 300,000 years and was imprisoned on a mountain by a lamp, unable to leave even half a step away. I was tied to a lamp slave blood contract by her own hands - if she lives, I have to live; if she dies, I can't even think of running away. I used one year to pry off her 300,000-year-old shell. She didn't learn to cry out in pain until she was 300,000 years old, and I became a bone for her when I was eighteen. Later, she said that she would die with her spirit and soul, and use her life to fill the gap in Guixu. I said no, she said it was life. I didn't argue anymore. I stopped her in front of the lamp and lit my blood into the wick one by one. When the seven lights came on, she rushed in. I laughed with my last breath: "You've been guarding it for three hundred thousand years, it's time to rest." Then a new lamp lit up on the barren mountain in the distance, the same color as hers. She looked at it for a long time, suddenly smiled, and said to the lamp: "The tea is ready. It's not bitter." But she didn't know - the person in the wick was still counting each dawn for her with embers. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.