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"I don't know." He did not mind the blankness in his mind at all. The moment he got on the ferry, he did not remember anything else. He did not remember anything from that lifetime. He only knew that he was waiting for someone in Wenchuan.

He should be a very important person.

"You don't even remember what that person looks like or what his name is. How are you going to wait?" The person beside him was very surprised.

He looked ahead and gave a shallow smile. "I'll know when that person arrives."

"The person you're waiting for is so lucky. How great would it be if there was someone who could wait for me!" There was a hint of disappointment and envy in the crisp voice.

Since Ye Xiao was not good at comforting people, he didn't say anything. The people around him immediately started talking, regardless of whether Ye Xiao was listening or not.

He just looked ahead and listened to what the man said. His face still showed the same irredeemable indifference and gentleness.

In the evening, that person left. All of a sudden, Wu Chuan became quiet.

One day, one life in the mortal world, the path of reincarnation.

The next day, that person came back in a hurry, bringing the equally lonely eagle, sometimes thinking that the eagle was because of that person, so it would tie itself up to fly, and give up that boundless blue sky.

"I thought you left? It's good that you didn't leave! " His tone was filled with joy.

"That person hasn't come yet, so I won't leave." The expression of the false and the mild was one of deep-rooted obsession.

"Then if that person doesn't come for a thousand years, will you not leave for a thousand years?"

"Mm. Not in a thousand years, not in a thousand years." The sound was soft.

"Then if you don't come for ten thousand years, then why don't you leave for ten thousand years?" The man's voice was uncertain.

"Not after ten thousand years, not even after ten thousand years." There was a soft persistence in the hollow voice.

"Then... "Then if that person never comes back —" The crisp voice stopped, as if surprised by his persistence.

"Then I will never leave this place. Day after day, year after year." His face did not have the expression of a holy god, but it was gentle and gentle.

The people around him fell silent, even the falcon beside him also fell silent. It was likely that he had never met such a persistent person in his entire life.

After a while, the melodious voice rang out once more, "I'll wait with you. This way, I won't be lonely anymore."

Thus, he sat quietly beside Xu Que and watched the distant Wangchuan together with him. He didn't say a word for a whole day, and the eagle just quietly stood on his shoulder. He didn't even know when he left at night.

For some reason, when it came to night, the illusion would always be visible, but that illusion was always too fast for him to see.

He wasn't someone who would force others, so he just quietly waited.

On the third day, that person came to Xu Que's side as usual. His clear voice did not sound as joyful as the first day. "Xu, do you know why I'm here?"

"I don't know." He never looked back when he spoke.

Maybe if I look back, I'll miss the man's ferry.

"Actually, I don't know either. However, the moment the ferryman saw me, he immediately told me that there is no reincarnation in your lifeline." There was a slight hesitation in the crisp voice, like an ignorant child who could not find an answer to a question.

"So I stayed in Wenchuan, and every day I watched different people pass by, but what I saw was always farewell. Those people's tears in the Wenchuan's water made the water that was originally clear to me turn more and more purple, but in the void, why did the tears become dark purple when they fell inside?" The crisp voice was filled with confusion.

"Maybe this dark purple color is the color of loneliness and sadness." There was a faint sigh in the hollow voice.

"Oh, the ferryman also told me that as long as I don't say that sentence, I will live forever. But if I say that sentence, I will not only lose my voice, but I will also completely disappear from the Six Realms." It was clearly a crisp sound, but she could clearly feel the loneliness.

Xu Que didn't know how to respond to the words of the person beside him, so he didn't say anything. He only gave that person a casual side profile.

The person beside him only paused for a moment before continuing, not leaving until the evening.

On the fourth day, that person had come without saying anything. He was just quietly accompanying him as they looked at the entrance to the River of Forgetfulness. In reality, that entrance was too far away for any of them to see.

On the fifth day, that person came and stood quietly beside Xu Que for a long time. Before he left, he gently asked with a voice that was like a flower that had forgotten its river: "Xu, that person still hasn't arrived?"

"Yeah, that person isn't here yet." Xu Que replied lightly.

It was unknown when it started, but the melodious voice became more and more sorrowful, and it also became quieter beside him.

It was just like Xu Que did not know when he saw that fiery red beat in his illusion. Xu Que only thought that the person he was waiting for must have a deep love for red.

Hearing this answer, the person did not make a sound, as if he had never been here before, and disappeared.

On the sixth day, the person did not appear.

On the seventh day, that person still did not appear. Even the loud and clear cry of the eagle could not be heard.

He couldn't help but feel that he was missing something, but he also knew that no matter which corner that person was in, he would definitely be able to see him.

On the eighth day, that person appeared. His clear voice was no longer clear, but filled with urgency and anger, "Xu, you should not be lying to yourself anymore. Have you seen a ferry after waiting in Wenchuan for 800 years?"

His illusionary eyes flashed something, but in the next instant, he regained his calm.

"You said you didn't remember who you were waiting for, but you knew it when you saw that person. But you never saw anything. What did you use to recognize that person?" Due to the rise and fall of his emotions, his voice trembled violently.

He suddenly remembered that ever since he got on the ferry, there was no more light in his eyes.

The fake face only revealed a faint smile, as if all of this had nothing to do with wind and moon, nothing to do with grievances.

"Void, you should go now. If you don't reincarnate within a thousand years, your body will collapse and then completely disappear." The man's voice was full of sadness.

"If that person doesn't come, then I'll wait. If he doesn't come for one year, then I'll wait for one year. If I don't come in this life, then I'll wait for this lifetime. If not for a thousand years, then I'll die here." Her voice was soft, but there was a trace of gentleness on her indifferent face.

"Void, even if it disappears, you still won't be reincarnated?" His voice trembled.

"Right."

That person didn't say anything and silently disappeared beside the void.

On the ninth day, nine hundred years after the birth of the 'Flourishing River', the petals of the 'Flourishing Flower' fell from the 'Flourishing River' as if it was snowing heavily.

That person looked at Qing Qing's light and weak body for a long time, letting the bright yellow petals fall on him. He said, "Xu, is it that when you saw that person, you went to reincarnation?"

"Since that person has come, I shall head to the cycle of reincarnation."

The deep purple water of the River of Forgetfulness flowed silently. It was a constant separation — the color of separation, the flower of forgetfulness seemed to have used up everything, the sad descent, the entrance to the River of Forgetfulness could not be seen from afar, and in front of the river of Forgetfulness was only a vague darkness.

After a long time — —

"I know." Something in the crisp sound began to shatter.

The eagle spread its wings and flew in a hurry. The cry that was usually loud and clear now turned low and short.

Time seemed to slow down, and even Luo Hua's voice could be clearly heard.

Suddenly, he felt as if something had entered his eyes. His originally dark vision had turned hazy gray, as if some soft and gentle object was slowly floating down. It felt as if there was a person's shadow slowly dispersing in front of her.

"What did you do?" There was a hint of panic in the hollow voice.

However, no one answered him. There were only the rapid cries of eagles in Wangchuan, filled with worry and sadness.

He tried his best to see what was happening, but his calm face showed urgency for the first time. He wanted to reach out and grab the person in front of him, but the instant he touched the person, he pierced through.

"Just what did you do …" He panicked completely, but there was still only the soundless sound of the River of Forgetfulness flowing.

"What did you do? What exactly did you do? " He brandished his sword randomly.

"Stop..." "Stop …"

His line of sight gradually cleared up as he saw an extraordinarily beautiful girl. Her head of long, silver hair covered her entire body, and tears could not be stopped on her beautiful face. Her eyes were filled with the sadness of never being able to turn back, and her lips kept repeating … He repeated.

His eyes were fixed on the girl's lips. He wanted to know what the girl was talking about.

However, he couldn't hear or see what those words were, not even a single word.

Suddenly, she remembered that the girl had said that if she said something, she would lose her voice and disappear.

Disappeared.

He didn't want her to disappear. He didn't want her to disappear, so he reached out his arms in a panic to hug her, but again and again, the moment he touched the girl, he would just pierce her in despair.

Eagles around the girl's flying around, so reluctant, so sad.

He wanted to raise his hand and wipe her dry. He wanted the girl in front of him to give him a smile, and he wanted to use his life in exchange for what he had just said. If he were to do it again, he would not answer the girl.

It would never happen again.

The girl's absolutely beautiful face was filled with shattered despair, her devastatingly beautiful eyes were filled with grief that could destroy a river of oblivion, could submerge six realms. The girl stretched out her hand to gently caress the hollow face, little by little, with such reluctance, with such gentleness, with such loneliness, with sparkling tears gushing out of her peach blossom eyes.

Nothing was left behind.

I am lonely and sad.

He opened his mouth wide, but his eyes widened in shock. He couldn't say anything, he couldn't do anything. He could only feel his life slipping away.

Walla ~ ~ ~

The beautiful girl was like a beautiful piece of jade falling from a tall building, the moment she landed on the ground, countless pieces of her body flew up, sparkling and translucent, beautiful beyond compare, Wangchuan suddenly flew up like billions of unparalleled butterfly spirits, bringing with it sorrow and despair as they flew away before disappearing.

His eyes were wide open as he stretched out his hand and gently caressed the air, as if he was gently stroking the girl's abnormally long hair.

The River of Forgetfulness stopped quietly. It looked at the despair of the people that were sad with sparkling and translucent eyes. Even the flowers that were dancing around in the River of Forgetfulness were fixed on the fixed path, unwilling to fall down.