If it weren't for her willfulness——
If she hadn't been greedy for that momentary warmth and deceived herself——
If she exposes the motives behind the whitewash—
If it hadn't been for her, the master wouldn't have been nailed to the statue in Cangshui Hall with a golden lock.
If——
But, how can there be so many ifs?
Fire, fire everywhere, the beating fireworks were like flowers blooming in hell, bright and unrestrained, burning her already riddled heart mercilessly.
The raging fire seemed to be given life at that moment, approaching step by step, wrapping tightly around her, mocking her fear, and devouring her soul.
A line of bloody tears fell silently down her pale cheek.
She looked up at the dark night without any light and raised a smile. She was finally... Almost free?
Dry lips struggled to sing a low Sanskrit chant, and in an instant everything fell into dust, leaving only endless darkness:
"O noble envoy of Miluo, please accept my worship."
"I am willing to sacrifice my soul and all my spiritual power to fall into Shura forever -"
"Sacrifice my sins—"
"When the fireworks burn out, it's also when my soul dissipates——"
"Please have mercy -"
"Give me the power to swallow up everything dirty and ugly!"
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If you want to sacrifice your soul,
To end all this, then——
Can I do it for you?
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Ps: Those who can see to the end are all warriors. The writing is cruel and the writing is cruel. I write papers during the day and novels at night. The idea is crazy and I am crazy too orz
Concept: The wind is still gently blowing over the mirror-like water surface. Everything has always been the same, but it has also always been different.
