Whether it is right or wrong, the ideas instilled from childhood must be deeply ingrained. Watching her die by my own sword, I finally did it. I avenged my father and mother, and I obtained the body of a god that I had dreamed of. But why is my heart so painful?
Mother, why didn't you tell me that what my body can't bear is not only hate, but also love?
If she is gone, what if I become a god? He would never see her smile again.
I am the only God in this world. I can live forever, but that doesn't mean I won't die. Look, my heart, it's dead.
"Brother Immortal, can you tell me a story?"
Su Ziyou stopped and saw that the little girl he saw looked much like her before, with a smile that made his heart ache and feel warm.
"What story do you want to hear?" He waved his sleeves and sat on the stone steps, still looking at the little girl with soft eyes.
"Tell me a story about yourself, the fairy brother!"
"Once upon a time, there was a person I hated very much. She died, and then I realized that I loved her."
He was still lying to himself, he knew he loved her, but he didn't want to love her.
But some love, like him and her, has turned into a deeper bond before they have time to express it, before they have time to be happy.
He looked at the little girl blinking her big eyes in confusion, and it overlapped with another face in his memory. The faint smile on her lips made his heart grow colder and colder.
Su Ziyou held the only thing she left for herself. The turbulent emotions in her heart could not find an outlet. She could only breathe hard to make the emotions lighter, and then lighter, but the sadness that hit her face could no longer be suppressed. Finally, he hid his face and burst into tears.