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Chapter 1284: One Thousand Two Hundred and Eighty-One · "HE · A White Story"

The real reason went through His mind, but He swallowed it down and made up an excuse.

In fact, He wanted to wait until Si Que was no longer so busy... They went to the sunflower garden together to see the golden petals and white dandelions flying in the sky.

His birth was inspired by a sudden inspiration that Si Que had when he passed by a sunflower garden one day. So Qi Jue wanted to see... what kind of scenery gave him birth.

He recalled what he had seen before - an OC did something that Si Que hated extremely, and was wiped out by Si Que himself. He wondered how he could avoid this outcome.

If you know why you were born, perhaps you will know why you may be rejected.

In this way, He could avoid a sad ending and stay with Si Que forever.

……

That day, Si Que fainted at the table.

Si Que has been getting weaker and weaker recently, and even Qi Jue doesn't know what he is doing. After Qi Jue helped him to the bed, Si Que grabbed his sleeve and said:
"…What do you think of the story of "Floating City in the Daytime"? "

This was the first time Si Que asked Qi Jue about his opinion on the twelve stories.

Qi Jue: "I feel sorry for that little girl named Siyi. She did nothing wrong, but she is destined to bear the mission of starting reincarnation."

Si Que lowered his eyelids, his face flushed, a wet towel spread across his forehead, and said in a hoarse voice: "...Yes, I have done nothing wrong, but I have to bear this mission. Why?"

Qi Jue: "I think, from an idealistic point of view, we can work together to solve the problems of the floating city - for example, adults can bring in outsiders, and children can help adults... Although this kind of family-friendly ending is a bit cheesy, for the people of the floating city, they would definitely prefer a happy ending rather than an endless cycle of reincarnation. Reincarnation is indeed wonderful, but it is too sad."

He said a lot in one breath, and after he finished, he looked at Si Que with sparkling eyes, like a puppy longing for praise.

Si Que: "Really... Another conflict between tragedy and excitement."

Si Que's breath was hot, his dull golden eyes were half-open, and a series of coughs came out of his throat, bleeding.

At this moment, Qi Jue felt like he saw hell.

She is the goddess of life. She can prolong the life of all things, make the dying come alive instantly, and keep diseases away.

He can save almost anyone.

But the only thing He couldn't do was,
——Healing His Creator, Si Que.

As a creation, He cannot give back to the Creator. He can only watch, forever.

You can’t walk to the side of the Creator, nor can you fall into the eyes of the Creator.

She returned to her goddess form, and sat quietly beside Si Que, trying to use her strong life force to improve Si Que's body, even if it was only a little bit...

He did not ask Si Que why he was so weak, and continued to accompany him in silence.

In order to make Si Que feel better, he abandoned his "Qi Jue" appearance and accepted his identity as the goddess of life. He was no longer special, just a dignified and sacred goddess.

If he lost his uniqueness, he would most likely be rejected by Si Que... But he still silently became Lotasha, because the goddess's vitality might make Si Que feel more comfortable.

He wants Si Que to live.

It doesn't matter if He becomes boring.

Si Que: “…cough, cough cough cough!”

Lotasha: "Are you okay?"

Si Que: "I know... you've always been worried about being disliked by me. That's why you really want to stay by my side."

Lotasha: “!”

He wanted to say that it was not the case. But he was powerless to refute it... He was indeed afraid that Si Que would despise him. But it was not just this reason that drove him to stay, otherwise he would not have returned to the form of a goddess.

Si Que: "Lotasha... hold my hand."

Lotasha: "Qi Jue."

Si Que: "Yes, Qi Jue."

Lotasha held Si Que's hand, and his hand had become a little dry... one could even feel the clear shape of bones.

Si Que: "I promise, I won't abandon you."

Lotasha: “……!!”

He felt something beating in his chest.

Si Que: "But I can't promise whether I will wipe you out. I wipe you out not because I hate you, but because you have made an unforgivable mistake. If you don't reverse the mistake, terrible things will happen."

Lotasha: “…I understand.”

Si Que: "I am a very bad person, am I not?"

Lotasha: "I don't know. At least I respect and love you now. Maybe I won't think you are bad until the day you kill me. So please don't let me think you are bad... This is my only wish."

Si Que: "You should leave. The story is about to begin, and the protagonist is about to take the stage. The goddess of life is an indispensable part."

Lotasha: "You want me to leave, right? But your body..."

Si Que: "Ahem... ahem! You have to believe in the vigorous vitality of the magpie. It's time for you to set off... You shouldn't stay with me forever, you should live your own life."

Lotasha: "Then please let me stay with you for one last night."

That night, the kerosene lamp was always lit, and the firewood in the fireplace was curling with orange-red flames.

The goddess sat silently on the table, still in the place where He was born, looking at Si Que who was sleeping soundly on the bed. But the difference was that when He was born, He was a lazy green-haired young man sitting on the table with his legs crossed. Now, He is a goddess with straight shoulders and a straight back, with sadness in her eyes. Dignified, sacred, and serious.

When He quietly went out to find medicine, Si Que's hoarse voice came from the bed.

"Qi Jue."

Lotasha did not hear this.

Si Que: "...when everything is settled, when we no longer have to write stories..."

Si Que: "Wait until that moment... cough, cough cough cough!"

Si Que: "I'll accompany you to the sunflower garden and see... the white dandelions. I can walk with you among the white for ten minutes. You said, right? This way we can obtain... pure happiness."

Si Que: "I don't quite understand what that means. From a literary perspective, it should be a single, pure, tangible, and visible happiness. Is that what you have always longed for? You have been with me for so long... I will make it happen for you."

Si Que: "The white color of Yunwu Island was too mixed before. Maybe we haven't achieved pure happiness yet."

Si Que: "After you get what you want... maybe, pure happiness will come."

Si Que: “…”

Si Que: “Cough cough cough… cough cough cough cough!!”

Si Que: "I don't want to erase you at all. I don't want to call you OCs. You are living beings and I love you."

Si Que: "You guys are really... the best."

……

That day Lotasha left Si Que's house.

The sky was exceptionally blue, and the clear yellow clouds reflected His green pupils.

The wooden house, iron pipes, grids and steam form an iron gray and crimson space, which is complex and exquisite. There is a beautiful lavender field at the door and wisteria flowers on the roof.

He set out, following the words of Si Que, to let the name of the goddess of life, Lotasha Ocasi Sylvia, resound throughout the whole of Rovasha. More and more believers began to believe in Him, singing those illusory poems and hymns, and He had to sit on the throne of God, meticulously.

Most of the time, He acts as a qualified goddess of life, compassionate to the world, and enlightening lives... Only occasionally does He dare to transform into Qi Jue and live for Himself for a dozen minutes.

At this time, He would think - did He misunderstand? Maybe Si Que meant for Him to live out His true self instead of being a rigid goddess?

But when he turned around, he couldn't find Si Que anymore.

Si Que is gone.

Until one day, the God of the End of All Things came to his dream and tempted him.

——"Si Que wants to see you live out your true self, Qi Jue." As soon as the words of the God of the End of All Things came out, they pierced His heart.

——"What should I... do?" Lotasha was at a loss.

——"Become the free Qi Jue, not the rigid Lotasha. Tell him... that you are already pursuing freedom."

——"But how can I see him? I haven't seen him for so long."

——"One day, Xiting will summon you, and you will land in the land of the dead. You can tell him about your loneliness and waiting, and show him your growth and freedom... Believe me, he will be proud of you."

——"Then, can we go to the sunflower garden together? He won't hate me anymore?"

——"Of course, you will have pure happiness."

……

[The green-haired young man on the high platform looked at Su Mingan gently. ]

[His eyes are the same green as Lotasha's.]

[“Si Que.” Qi Jue opened and closed his lips, and the goddess of life floating above his head laughed. The two voices overlapped together, as if one person was speaking, with the immaturity of a young man and the seductive magic of a woman.]

[“I really like your views on the goddess of life… and on me, Si Que.]”

……

——So, little magpie, it’s great that we meet again and you don’t really dislike me.

At that time, the time we spent together, the poems we recited together, the bookshelf I organized for you, the ink I ground for you...

Now, you're back.

Can I finally run to you?

……

[Su Mingan opened his eyes.]

There is floating white light dust in front of my eyes.

The feather pen in his palm pierced Qi Jue's chest like a purple-gold velvet knife. White dots of light fluttered around them, like a heavy snowfall of life. Su Mingan's expression remained compassionate, his golden eyes slightly drooped, and his long purple hair was stained with blood. 】

……

"...I can't understand." Green hair flowed on the ground, blood flowed from Qi Jue's chest, and he looked at Su Mingan.

He couldn't understand.

Just as He cannot understand His own meaning.

Just as He couldn't figure out how far away the sunflower field was.

Why is it that... after thousands of years, He still hasn't arrived?
Why do we have to miss out on everything?
He stretched out his hand with all his strength and touched the feather pen in Su Mingan's hand. He looked at the pen longingly with obvious confusion in his eyes.

“…I can’t…understand.” He slowly sat up from the ground, his body moving forward bit by bit, and the torrent of life in the sky floated like snowflakes.

then,

He grabbed Su Mingan's wrist, tightly and hotly.

“I don’t understand.” He repeated it again, his voice beginning to tremble.

Can you...give me an answer? Tell me what I did wrong to make you angry and why you want to erase me.

What unforgivable thing did I do to have my path to you cut off...

When can we go back to that little house and sing the same poems as before? Or when can we set out to walk quietly for ten minutes in that sunflower garden full of white dandelions?

……

——My creator.

Why are you trying to kill me?

……

"..."

Qi Jue just stared at the feather pen, and slowly, slowly lowered his head.

The moment He stopped breathing, the abundant life force around Him dissipated, and His slender figure turned into white light and disappeared.

——Like a heavy flake of white snow.

But no matter how puzzled Qi Jue asked, the purple-haired young man in front of him remained silent. He didn't know that the person in front of him was not an old friend, and Su Mingan could not give him an answer.

Perhaps if Si Que was here, Si Que could answer his last question, but unfortunately, it was Su Mingan who answered back at this moment.

When Qi Jue's figure completely disappeared, Su Ming'an lowered his head and a drop of water fell on his fingers.

Hot and humid.

"Who is it?" He couldn't tell who was crying, and touched the corner of his eye, which seemed to be splattered with blood. If it was Si Que crying, what was Si Que crying about?
But if it was Qi Jue who cried in the end, why was he crying?
He had no way of knowing.

The purple-haired young man bathed in the pure snow. The thick, white life stream brought by Qi Jue's death surrounded him. At this moment, in this heavy white snow——

He raised his head and looked towards the dome where the light of day had descended, all he could see was pure white.

——If he walks in this pure white for ten minutes, will pure happiness descend upon him?

……

…It’s so far, so painful.

But He could not reach that sunflower garden.

……

"Ding dong!"

[You have achieved the ending of (Lotasha) character: HE·A White Story]

【“…White, walk for ten minutes and you will feel clean happiness.”】

[“How could He believe such a childish rumor?”]

[“I told Him not to wait, and He kept waiting…He is always so innocent, not like God, but like a child written by me.”]

“I tried to tell Him the reason, but He didn’t hear it.”

【“…”】

[“If only we could wait a little longer.”]

[“If only He hadn’t taken the wrong path.”]

……

【You witnessed the first death.】

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[You have advanced to a C-level creator! ]

[Unlocked functions: Create supporting roles (you can use special drama memory lenses to create your own original characters), card participation (in some plots, your cards can actively participate). ]

【你的创作功能（已解锁）：1.放入剧忆镜片。2.灵感交融。3.剧情添加剂。4.人设扮演。5.创造配角。6.卡牌参演。】

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