Chapter 278: [On Top of Death and Life] Never Failed You

These days, both Upper and Lower Fairy World are abuzz with the news that the Tianyin Pavilion, which has stood for thousands of years, has been robbed for the first time. The robber was Chu Wanning, the world's greatest master, who killed eleven of the Tianyin Pavilion's elite, wounded a hundred, and left with the felon Mo Weiyu.

Some people said Chu Wanning was crazy, others said Chu Wanning was just like Mo Weiyu, both were animals. Others, who were close enough to see the finer details, were outraged that Chu Wanning and Mo Ran's relationship was not right, that there was something fishy and dirty between them.

But no matter how much talk there was, Chu Wanning and Mo Weiyu were never seen again in the world, and no one knew their whereabouts.

The clearest patriarch in the world took away the most dangerous evil spirits in the world.

And then, out of sight.

The wooden window is half-open, the snow is as fine as a crisp, the moss is fresh outside the curtain, and four or five spots of residual flowers have fallen.

It's been four days since the Tianyin Pavilion fiasco, and the outside world has been in turmoil, judging everything, and only a little quiet in the hollow mountains.

Suddenly, someone comes out of the silence of the woods and walks into the colourful ink painting framed by the windows. It was cold inside, so he piled the wood by the fire and added a few pieces of wood to the hearth, flicking on the tongue of the fire that had burned to the point of exhaustion.

The place is in a state of disrepair and has not been used for a long time. Although it has been largely tidied up, there is still a musty smell in the air. For this reason, he has brought back a branch of white plum with dew from outside and placed it on the bed.

Chu Wanning sat down and looked at the man lying on the narrow couch.

It's the fourth day and still no wake up call.

Since he escaped from Fairy Tramper that day, he had managed to hold Mo Ran's breath with the spells he had learned in his previous life and the spiritual energy he had not lost in this one. But after all that time, Mo Ran was still dazed and hanging on by a thread, and his spirit core could no longer be repaired.

"This house was built by my master when he was travelling, and it has always smelled a little since it has been unoccupied for so long." Chu Wanning looked into his face with a look of concentration, "I know you don't like incense, but you don't hate flowers. I brought a wax plum, it should bloom for a long time."

Mo Ran reclining, eyelashes drooping.

He looked quiet and peaceful as he slept, a serenity rarely seen in his life.

For the past few days, Mo Ran has been sleeping quietly, and Chu Wanning has been by his side, talking to him after he has done what he needs to do.

When the two of them used to spend time together, it was always Mo Ran who talked a lot alone while he listened.

Little did I know that the day would come when those who spoke and those who listened would be reversed.

"The outer boundaries are all reinforced and the forbidden spells are all laid, so no one will find this place." Chu Wanning said, "The firewood and food have been brought back too, so there won't be anything else for a while."

After a pause, he sighed, "You, why do you still refuse to wake up"

He said, reaching out and stroking Mo Ran's hair.

The pond fire swayed. He sat on the edge of the bed again for a long time waiting until the shadows cast on the floor had moved with the sunlight, but still he did not wait for the man's eyes to open.

Chu Wanning closes his curtains and sighs softly.

"Since you still want to sleep, go to sleep I'll continue the story I told you yesterday and continue with you."

"I'm sorry, you said you liked bedtime stories but I can't tell anything so, it's just a matter of telling what we've been through before." He lowered his eyelids in silence for a moment and said in a warm voice, "Well where did we get to yesterday let me think. By the way, it was about finding out in your last life that you were under a compulsion spell and you've been trying to undo it for you."

Chu Wanning says, "But the eight bitter long hatreds are so deep-rooted that nothing I can do can help anymore. It's finally been lifted in this life, but I never thought it would turn out like this."

He touched the cold back of Mo Ran's hand.

It's always so cold too.

He just held Mo Ran's hand and whispered words to him.

Once upon a time, because of their conspiracies and their personalities, they never spoke on the table, so much so that they were strangers to each other by mistake.

Chu Wanning regrets it.

Would everything have changed if there had been more honesty and would he have found out sooner that Mo Ran had been poisoned?

Is it all possible to turn back.

"You have lived a new life and you have always wanted to atone for your sins." Chu Wanning closed his eyes and sighed, and at the end, his voice was so frozen that he could hardly speak, "But do you remember how you were struck with the eight bitter long hates? Think about it Mo Ran, think about it."

You never owed me anything.

From the beginning, it was I who owed you.

Please, wake up.

If you could wake up, if you could remember those lost memories, you would know that the truth of it all began seven years ago, on that rainy night when I was in retreat.

That was the point at which his destiny changed with Mo Ran. It was a day in his life that he hadn't valued. It was a day when the red lotus watering hole was stormy, rain was rushing over the roof tiles, thunder and lightning, but he could not hear it.

Chu Wanning's spiritual core was weak and it was just about time to be repaired that year.

In order to give peace of mind to the disciples who were with him, he cast a muffling spell on himself before he closed the door, and then sat quietly in the pavilion, his divine consciousness entering the Great Void.

So he could not see the sabre rattling in front of him.

That day, right in front of him, amidst the thunderstorm winds, in the red lotus watering hole, Mo Ran and Shi Mei stared at each other, Mo Ran's face pale and Shi Mei's look shadowy.

A truth that Chu Wanning never knew before slowly unfolds in the night rain.

During that retreat, Mo Ran, who had not long been a member of the Master's school, felt aggrieved by the "flower-picking" incident and said that she could not serve the Master well and did not want to come to accompany him.

But a young man's anger can't be taken seriously

After two nights of tossing and turning, Mo Ran pushes down her bitterness and goes to the red lotus watering hole alone to take Shi Mei's place.

But he didn't expect to see the conspiracy that would change his life because of this misadventure

Shi Mei is casting a spell on Chu Wanning.

Bewilderment, consternation, fear, anger, disappointment. In an instant it burned through the inner organs.

He rushed forward and snatched the blade from Shi Mei's hand with a low cry, like a beast howling, "What are you doing?"

Shi Mingjing was surprised for only a moment before his gentle, pretty peach blossom eyes narrowed thinly.

He smiled: "I know who it is, nowadays this red lotus water pavilion is heavily bounded, only the three of us apprentices can enter, as well as the master of this top of death and life. The young master or the venerable master, whoever comes here will be in trouble, fortunately it is you."

Mo Ran was in a hurry, gasping for breath, his thin body stopping in front of Chu Wanning, the night breeze blowing the hem of his coat and his shorn hair.

He stared intently at Shi Mei's face.

"What are you doing while the Master is in seclusion?" Mo Ran couldn't even believe that the gentle-sounding Ming Jing would have a second fierce devil face, "Who are you?"

Shi Mei laughed out loud, " Mo Ran is so cute, naturally I am your Ming Jing senior brother. Who else would I be"

He watched as Mo Ran defended Chu Wanning.

A newly initiated disciple, so small and insubordinate.

Like a lame joke.

"Didn't you say that you hated the Master and never wanted to see him again?"

Shi Mei teased him and laughed at him because she was so sure of herself.

"When I brought you the codpiece over, you told me you hated people with a heart of gold like your master, so how come you changed your mind within two days and came back to him?"

"If I hadn't gone to him, who knows what you would have done today." Mo Ran was indignant and sad, "Shi Mingjing, I wasted in thinking you were good, I wasted in believing in you."

"Oops, you're so coaxing yourself, so who's to blame?" Shi Mei smiled, "A bowl of coppers and a few warm words have fooled you to death. In fact, you're just a dog that no one wants, whoever gives you a bone, you'll go with him."

""

"And why are you glaring at me like that? How was it? Was the copycat good?"

Mo Ran's teeth were already cold, his dark eyes looked wet and cold in the night, and after a long time, the knot in his throat twitched: " Shi Mingjing your heart is actually black."

Shi Mei still smiled: "The black one is the heart that has been compelled, the heart that is sick. My heart is not sick or in pain, so naturally it is as red as you are at this moment, as the Master is at this moment."

He paused, and with a twirl of his delicate white fingers, an extremely flamboyant flower appeared at the end of his fingers. The flower was budding, not yet open, with black petal leaves, the edges shimmering with silver.

Shi Mei holds a flower to the tip of her nose and sniffs it.

A flowering beauty, full of style but in crisis.

Chilling.

Mo Ran muttered, "What the hell are you going to do"

Shi Mei lifted his eyes, his eyelashes were long and slender, his peach blossom eyes were wavy and rippling with laughter, he looked in a good mood, "It's actually useless to explain to you, all I have to do is cast a spell and you'll soon forget about tonight and won't remember anything."

Black flowers town his watery, oniony fingers.

"But, for the sake of being a fellow disciple, it is not impossible to tell you." Shi Mei said, "This is the flower bud my mother spawned, the eight bitter long hate flowers that I have worked so hard to cultivate, and if they were to disappear into the world without anyone to appreciate them, I feel they would also lack some taste."

"Eight Bitter Long Hates"

"Senior Brother, there are eight bitternesses in life and long hatred in death. There is a flower seed left behind by the demons in this world that is extremely difficult for mortals to cultivate, called the Eight Bitternesses of Long Hate." Shi Mei's voice was gentle, "This flower, when it is young, has to drink human blood, and when it blooms, it needs to take root in the heart, sucking the kindness and warmth from the heart and nurturing evil and hatred."

He said, stroking the black petal leaves affectionately.

"Even the best people in this earthly world, as long as there is a trace of dissatisfaction in their hearts, can be spawned by the eight bitter and long-lasting hatreds, and gradually turn into murderous devils."

A snake-scale, ghostly light shone in his eyes.

The peach blossom eyes swiveled and fixed on Chu Wanning, who was meditating to get out of the dust.

Mo Ran Li Ran: "You want to plant the Long Hate Flower into the heart of the Master"

"Why be so surprised." Shi Mei smiled slightly, "He is the number one patriarch in the world, how powerful do you think he would be if he became a demon"

"You're mad how can you how can you bear it"

"You didn't say he was cold-blooded and unfeeling." Shi Mei was faint, "I'll make him what you hate the most, Master, and from then on you'll be able to hate him in name only, won't that be the best of both worlds."

Mo Ran's scalp exploded and his spine tingled with fright.

"You are absurd that was a moment of anger on my part, I, I don't hate him, put it down, you don't hurt him like that"

Shi Mei, with interest: "Why?"

Why

He was so good, red lotus The table of red lotus waterside is full of blueprints drawn by him, whether it is mecha or weapons, and it is not for himself, but for the safety of others.

He was pure, clean, like the first fresh snow falling from the sky in early winter.

He was stern and sometimes unkind, but he would hold his hand over and over again and teach himself to read and write.

Will accompany himself in his martial arts training, from day to long night.

He was willing to take himself in, and from then on Mo Weiyu was no longer alone, only a false relative and happiness.

It has had a real identity ever since.

Disciple of Chu Wanning.

"You can't hurt him" Mo Ran said anxiously, he wanted to wake up his master, but he didn't know what to do, he could only stand obstinately in front of Chu Wanning, "He can't become an evil spirit, he's so good, he'll be sad if you let him kill someone. "

I don't know how to express the intense sorrow and anger in my chest, but I can only use the simplest and most rudimentary, even incoherent, sentences to persuade them bitterly.

It was as if no spells had been learned yet, and all they could do was fend them off with their scrawny, weak bodies.

It is extremely painful to have a good man kill someone.

He had felt it in his bones during the fire at the Zuiyu Building.

Shi Mei looked at him and could not help but feel amused.

"Sad that by the time he becomes that way, he won't be sad. Mo Ran, you can't be bothered with that."

"But why did you do it? Why did you have to hurt him?"

Shi Mei didn't answer immediately this time, he dropped his eyelashes and paused for a moment before saying faintly, "Because I have things I have to do too."

""

"I need the strongest power for my use." Shi Mei pursed her lips, "You wouldn't understand."

Teenager Mo Ran was doing his best, almost to the best of his pathetic strength, to convince the highly unpredictable senior brother in front of him.

"What kind of person is the master, you will not be unclear, even if even if you do this to him, grinding all the goodness out of his heart and turning him into a murderous demon, he will not just listen to you and use you for you you can't do that."

"How do you know I can't do it?" Shi Mei laughed softly, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, in this Eight Bitter Long Hate Flower, I have fused half of my own remnant soul. As long as the flower blooms in my heart, it will slowly fall in love with me for the rest of my life, and it cannot be undone."

Mo Ran creeped out: "You're just crazy"

Shi Mei approaches them with a flourish. The night was illuminated by lightning, a roar that reflected Shi Mei's stunning face.

"Like you said, he is so good, he can be my man, so what if he becomes a demon. Wouldn't it be wonderful if he would only obey me and be infatuated with me?"

He knew that Chu Wanning would not wake up at this moment and would not hear the conversation between the two of them. So he was unafraid and said calmly, "Senior brother, move to the side. Do you think that you, a person who has just cultivated the beginnings of a spirit core, can stand up to me?"

Mo Ran almost gritted her teeth, "I won't let it."

Shi Mei just smiled, and then in a blink of an eye he was behind Mo Ran, his hand dangling from the top of Chu Wanning's crown, holding a black flower that was about to open.

" Mo Ran, do you know how much effort I have put into refining this Eight Bitter Long Hatred I have painstakingly waited for this day when the Master is in retreat."

He pressed down, his cheek almost pressed against the side of Chu Wanning's face.

"He is about to become my blade, my puppet, to become my man. And what can you do to stop it"

The flowers fall.

The life will change.

Suddenly, he heard the young man's stern voice and a forceful effort to stop him.

"Don't touch him."

"You're really ridiculous." Shi Mei gradually lost her patience, "Do you know"

"Replace me."

The rest of the words broke between his lips as a thunderclap broke in the sky and lightning ripped through the night.

Shi Mei narrowed her pupils and asked, "What?"

Mo Ran's whole body was trembling.

He had only been initiated for a short time and had learned so few spells that he was not destined to stop Shi Mei, nor did he know how to awaken Chu Wanning.

He was unarmed, not to mention unskilled.

Only flesh and blood remains.

So all he could say was, "Replace me."

Shi Mei was quiet for a moment before she let out a snort, "You know what you're talking about."

"I know."

"The Eight Bitter Long Hate Flowers were cultivated by my mother's blood and my soul." Shi Mei straightened up and stared at Mo Ran's face, "What are you, just like you?"

"I," his fingers balled into a fist, half-heartedly raised his face, "I may not be worthy, but I am far more suitable than the Master."

Shi Mei had a little glint in her eye: "What do you mean by that?"

"You say that this flower spawns hatred in the heart of a person. But what if that person's heart is clean and does not harbour the slightest bit of resentment"

Shi Mei was silent for a moment and smiled: "Impossible. Everyone has a grievance in their heart, even the Immortal Beidou."

But his hand rubbed the petals of the long-hated flower, and a restlessness grew.

Mo Ran was right when he said that he had wondered over the years whether Chu Wanning could be a breeding ground for the Long Hate Flower, on the off chance that this man had never had a trace of resentment in his heart.

Cultivating another flower would take time and effort again, not to mention the fact that a split soul is just too painful and he doesn't really want to go through it a second time.

When Mo Ran saw him hesitate, he stepped forward, "After all these years, have you ever seen your master hate anyone"

""

"You say that the long-hating flower devours the goodness and warmth of the heart these things may not be all there is to the common man, but you should understand the Master better than I do."

The rain is falling heavier and heavier, and all the trees are sluggish.

" Shi Mingjing, aren't you afraid that he will gradually lose all his memories and will no longer remember anything good, aren't you afraid that someone will find out the end"

Shi Mei's pupils narrowed abruptly.

The pupils are ghostly, as if a snake has slid past with a vomit.

Mo Ran was approaching him step by step, his heart beating like a drum, noisier than the rain.

"I don't know what you're going to do, but if you have to sacrifice alone, replace me."

"You."

"I have hate in my heart that can breed. I don't have too many purely good memories, even if they gradually fade into absence and forgetfulness."

Mo Ran was trying desperately to convince the executioner to turn the blade on his own neck.

"I can't do anything yet today, but both my master and uncle have said that I am highly endowed and have enough spiritual power I can do it."

He warbled thinly, his nails missing his palms, but he persisted.

"I can take his place and be as sharp and murderous a weapon as you want."

"I can take his place and be the murderous demon you want to create."

"Shi Mei." When he finally stood in front of Shi Mingjing, lightning flashed and a sudden wind gusted up, blowing the curtain of rain to tilt and slant into the pavilion.

One cold bout after another.

"Replace me."

Perhaps it was because he had hit the nail on the head, or perhaps because Shi Mei was unsure whether Chu Wanning would be able to make the Eight Bitter Long Hate Flowers work, or perhaps because Mo Ran had shown unprecedented spiritual power back then, and his time to form a spirit core was even faster than that of Xue Meng, the proud son of Heaven, which was blindingly fast.

In any case, after weighing the options, it was the black buds that were about to bloom that finally struck Mo Ran's fancy.

Having done so, Shi Mei sits down at the stone table, with her hand on her cheek and her gaze slightly lost in thought.

He didn't really understand what this was all about.

Why did Mo Ran save Chu Wanning's life, soul, future and dignity from this fateful death?

They had obviously only been master and disciple for less than a year.

He doesn't understand.

Shi Mei watched the black stamens melt through Mo Ran's chest, the soft petals and leaves seeming like steel needles that could penetrate the flesh and blood and pierce deep into the heart.

All this time Mo Ran held back, not saying a word, until the stamen, like some kind of parasite with strange tentacles, burrowed violently into his heart and Mo Ran finally whimpered and fell to his knees.

The young man trembles before him, and Shi Mei sits there in silence, her jade arms clear, high above her, watching Mo Ran spasm before her, vomiting blood before her.

"Does it hurt?"

"Ahem."

Shi Mei spared a glance, her gaze still gentle, "How much does it hurt I've never cast such a spell on anyone before, I'm really curious what it's really like to be pierced through the heart by the Long Hatred Flower, my good master"

His gaze was like spring water, flowing, section by section, over Mo Ran's crouched body and ending up on Mo Ran's pale knuckles.

Mo Ran's fingers are unconsciously picking at the ground, and the ends of her fingers are frayed, leaving a trail of blood.

"Does it hurt more than having your heart cut out?"

Mo Ran did not answer him.

The pain was real, but it was so much better than the agony of the mass graves outside Linyi that year.

It is so much better than watching your closest relative die in front of you.

It is so much better than digging through the mud and sand with your own hands and burying the bones.

"I didn't protect Mother at first, but now, finally, I can protect Master."

Between languid eyes, he muttered this.

The best memories are fading, the pure and unadulterated past is fading, the few good memories flash before his eyes

One year someone gave him a bowl of hot soup with his mother.

An old farmer once offered to invite them in on a snowy night to warm themselves and rest by the fire.

The same child who had begged for food had shared half of a found meat loaf with him.

Duan Yihan took him by the hand and led him over the long autumn embankment where dragonflies flitted about

There is no hate, no misery, no discontent, no apprehension, no hostility.

Everything is peaceful.

It is beauty in its purest form.

He saw himself carefully embroidering his begonia handkerchief under the lantern flowers, he saw himself sitting with his cheeks on the stone table, smiling as he watched his master eat the mooncakes, he saw himself drinking under the moon and bringing pear blossom white to his master for the first time.

All these memories are to fade away from now on.

Never again will I remember

From now on hatred will breed and memories of the tender past will change their shape.

Henceforth the blaze in his heart will be extinguished, and there will be no more fire. The spring water in his eyes will freeze and congeal into cold ice.

From then on, he would go against his mother's last words.

Duan Yihan said, "Return the favour, don't hold a grudge."

It can no longer be done.

He gritted his teeth and endured the pain that tore his internal organs apart, staggering to stand up and stumbling, but he could not stand.

"Master."

He shivered and struggled ridiculously, squirming.

Shi Mei thought he was trying to do something, but in the end it turned out that the boy was just doing his best, using his last eagerness and gratitude to fall with a long knock.

Tears fill my eyes.

"Master, I will soon have to disappoint you."

Night rain drifts.

"I will soon, no longer remember your goodness, I will no longer be able to learn spells properly from you you will hate me and detest me"

He was crying, saying his last words of farewell when his conscience was still intact.

But Chu Wanning couldn't hear it.

He was right in front of him and couldn't hear a thing.

"I'm sorry, I folded the flowers that day because I wanted to give them to you. Master, I came here today originally with the intention of apologising to you when you woke up and telling you everything that was on my mind."

The voice was so hoarse that it sounded like it was plucked from the throat and the flesh of blood.

"Master, thank you for not minding me and being willing to take me in."

"I'm real, really."

The heart suddenly jerked, and blood was already spreading in the bottom of his eyes. That was a sign that the Eight Bitter Long Hate Flowers had begun to take root, and a sign that the Bell Love Technique had begun to take effect.

The forehead knocks down and touches the ground heavily, grinding against it.

Sobbing.

"I really, really like you."

Shi Mei sighs softly, with a look of amusement and pity.

Only his pity or amusement was muted, nothing could enter his heart.

He finally walked over, broke Mo Ran's cheek, stared into Mo Ran's gradually muddled eyes and asked softly, "Come, Master, tell me what it is that you seek now"

"What is sought"

What is being sought

Linyi in autumn colours, in front of Tongtian Tower.

Duan Yihan is smiling, Chu Wanning is looking down.

Theater's Sister Xun Fengruo showed two sharp tiger teeth and an eager, excited glint in her eyes as she said to him, "Mo Ran, I'll soon have enough money to pay for the ransom, I'll take you with me, let's get out of here and I'll take you to a better life."

Mo Ran is in a daze, but is still trying to capture these memories that are scattered like bushels of grass.

He murmured, "All that is sought is to repay the favour not to hold a grudge."

Shi Mei then shook her head and waited a few more moments.

And again, "What do you want?"

Mo Ran, hoarse and insistent: "All I want is to die one day at the hands of the Master."

Shi Mei froze for a moment, then smiled, "Death by the hand of the Master"

"I don't want to be a demon I don't want to go to hell" he murmured, upside down, over and over again, "I don't want to remember only hate, Master"

He breaks Shi Mei's grip and crouches before Chu Wanning, almost bawling. His eyes were already drenched in scarlet and his consciousness was becoming more and more confused.

"Kill me."

At the end of the day, the only thing that repeats itself is this one wish.

"Beg on the first day of my evil deeds, just please kill me."

The rain is pouring down, swallowing up the hoarse cries of the young man in the darkness of the night. All the lotus flowers in the red lotus pond fell into the pool overnight.

There are eight sufferings in life and a long hatred in death.

Before he lost consciousness, Mo Ran reached out with a trembling hand and gripped the corner of Chu Wanning's coat, he tilted his head up and murmured, "Master, you're paying attention to me, will you pay attention to me?"

You pay attention to me.

How many sufferings and legacies in this world are overshadowed by the turbulent wind and rain

After two lifetimes, Chu Wanning, who had finally learned the truth, looked back and vaguely remembered waking up from his meditation the next day, at the end of a week.

The golden glow of the bamboo pavilion and the water pavilion, where the begonias and red lotus are about to fall out of bloom, will soon be crushed to dust.

The rain has stopped, Chu Wanning blinks and turns his head to see Shi Mei standing at the stone table cooking tea, the mist rising, Shi Mei's eyebrows are so gentle and beautiful, when she sees him awake, Shi Mei smiles.

"Master."

"Why don't you go and rest you've been on guard for the third day, go and change Mo Ran."

The tea is poured, the amber scalding water like a full heart.

Shi Mei offered him tea and said with a smile, "I'd better guard the master today, Mo Ran is a child at heart, and if he is punished by the master, he still can't get over it."

Then Chu Wanning was stunned: "He's not coming."

Shi Mei lowered his eyelashes, and the curtain of his thick, soft black lashes fell like two clusters of tender pistils on a branch in early spring, and he said, "No, I'm not coming, I'm going to the Cangshu Library to help the Master sort out the books."

Chu Wanning was lost in thought and frustration for a moment.

He had intended to take the opportunity to talk to Mo Ran about the flower folding when they were alone, but he had been too harsh that day

He had never met a disciple who had broken the commandments and, in hindsight, felt that the punishment was too harsh.

But Mo Ran didn't even want to see him, and wouldn't come to stay with him even when he was in retreat.

Chu Wanning closes his eyes.

"Master, have some tea."

After a long time, he answered, took the full cup of fragrant tea from Shi Mei's long, white hands, blew away the wisps of mist and took a sip.

The tea was so full that a little drop spilled onto the robe when I picked it up.

Shi Mei was so attentive that she saw it and smiled, "I have a hankie."

"There's no need to borrow yours." Chu Wanning took out a white handkerchief embroidered with begonias and bowed his head to wipe away the undried tea stains.

"What a beautiful handkerchief, it looks like the best one bought in town." Shi Mei said gently, "Did your master go and buy it himself?"

For a moment, Chu Wanning wanted to say, "No, it's from Mo Ran.

It was embroidered by him.

Give me the gift of worship.

But I was in a bad mood and didn't want to talk about it, and I felt somehow ashamed of myself for speaking in this way.

So after a moment's silence, Chu Wanning only gave a muffled "hmm" and folded the handkerchief back into his lapel.

After putting the hanky away, he sighed softly.

The sun shone brightly that day, and the miserable wind and rain of last night left only the falling red against the appendages and the lotus leaves stained with new dew.

"Was it raining a lot last night?"

Shi Mei, fiddling with her tea set, heard her fingertips freeze and her pupils deepen: "Hmm."

Chu Wanning turns his gaze to the pond of flowers and says faintly, "The flowers are all gone."

Shi Mei then smiled again, set her tea carefully, and then said in a light-hearted way, "There was a thunderstorm last night, and the noise stopped after a while. Today will be a good day, and later, when the ground is drier, I will go and sweep up all the fallen flowers in the courtyard."

Chu Wanning never spoke again.

The sky is a glorious sunset, as bright as a tapestry, and when you look further into the distance, the sky is as long as a wash, with golden feathers flying as the sun rises in the east.

Indeed.

It was one of those rare sunny days.