Did he regret casting the forbidden spell, exchanging his own life for her rebirth, and suffering until her soul returned? Did he regret seeking her traces, breaking the Meng Po Soup’s effect, and suffering the pain of an unforgettable soul?
He received no answer and closed his mouth, refusing to respond.
He would not regret it. If he could do it again, he would still protect her with all his might. To him, she was the only one.
Suspended in midair, a pair of wise and compassionate eyes remarked, “Situ Qifeng, don’t forget, she is only your sister!”
“Sister? So what?” he replied coldly. “She is my Wind.” That was enough.
In his brief and dark life, he never understood love, family, or friendship. All his emotions were poured into her; he wanted to see her happy. For this, he could die for her, give his all, and even send her to the person she loved. What kind of emotion was it? Did that matter?
Thinking of that person, a faint smile appeared on his face, bringing a sweetness he himself didn’t realize.
He lowered his head, saw the flowers swaying in the wind, and gently stroked them with his long hand. They said these flowers were red, like blood and fire, but to him, they were a lighter shade of black. He looked around, seeing only shades of black and white, knowing his eyes would never see color in a place without her.
“Wind, if only you were here! If you were here, I could see how brilliant and luxurious these Manjushage flowers are.”
As he concentrated on his thoughts, voices filled the air. He frowned slightly, raised his head, and said, “Shut up!”
It seemed the god in the sky never expected to be scolded and stood there open-mouthed.
Finally, the world became quiet, and Situ Qifeng exhaled, satisfied. They say even the heavenly heart cannot overcome the human heart.
Thousands of years of cultivation cannot break through the mortal world.
After experiencing life, death, and soul separation, burned by hellfire, the brilliant Manjushage flowers turned red as blood.
There exists an emotion that can overcome life and death, reaching the deepest part of the soul.
