My Story with the Spiritualist

Her name is Estil, she is thirteen years old and wandering in the alleys of Deep Blue City. When the tears flow out, icicles will form on the face - not from the cold, but from spiritual power. Her mother healed thousands of people throughout her life and finally died in a ball of emerald light. Before he died, he said something: "Can you all let it go?" She was six years old at the time and couldn't understand. Later she understood. On Plantes Island, spiritual power is not a natural resource, but an emotional resource. If you have something you can't let go of, it can turn into strength. And the emerald healers - the rarest type on the island - will lose a piece of memory every time they heal someone. First I forget the sound, then the image, then the outline, and finally I can't even remember the name. Every time she saves someone, a small piece of her father's memory is shattered. A patrol from the Old World, with a green scar on her chest from when she was healed, became the only human spirit beast in history. As long as he stands behind her, her spiritual power will not return to zero. He couldn't tell when that scar came from - it had been there for as long as he could remember, as if someone had breathed at it from afar. A man missing his ring finger knelt in front of her: "Your father gave you ten years to live longer. Today, it expires." She decided to go find her father. Entering the tomb, emerald green light poured out from the crack in the door, and a man in a brown sweater stood behind the door. Every time she took a step closer, her memory of him was shattered. When she came to him, she looked at his face. "Who are you?" ——If you can cultivate the world well, can you cultivate yourself well?