Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Long years of not resting or sleeping made his body unable to hold up, and he gradually began to feel uncomfortable.

Often headaches, at first, the needle cone is pierced into the normal. The shallow tingling is not too much painful. It is an endless existence.

But then, the pain gradually intensified, and the needle-like pain began to amplify, as if a knife was going into his head, and the dull pain came in waves, repeatedly.

 At its most severe, it feels as if the head is going to explode - it is almost impossible to think, and the mind is empty and completely blank.

 He needs to rest, his body is giving a warning.

 It's just that he didn't care and just let it go, as if he was deliberately torturing himself like this.

All emotions were suppressed, and just like that, I peeled off my consciousness and looked at the pain of my body calmly and indifferently.

The more painful it is, the more it seems to wake him up, make him feel happy and vent everything.

He began to develop masochistic tendencies - he was depressed to the extreme, and his psychology gradually became weird and sick, which became more and more serious.

When Fu Sheng came to see him, her brows were very tight when she saw him like this.

He always has a calm expression, and he doesn't say anything when he feels uncomfortable. He is so quiet and taciturn that no one can notice anything unusual about him.

Only those who know him well and are connected by blood can see something behind his calm and stubborn mask.

He wanted to say something to comfort him, but thousands of words came to his lips. In the end, Fu Sheng sighed and said, "If Si Si finds out about you like this... I'm afraid she will shed tears of distress."

Her words were soft, and her words conveyed her heartache and helplessness for him.

 There were countless truths she didn’t say because she knew he couldn’t understand them.

　　But no matter how much he knows, he can't do anything - when his heart is empty, nothing is empty and nothing can be fixed.

 The only thing that can support him now is the task of raising Nian Nian.

 When the task was completed, the breath he had been holding on for so long disappeared—he wanted to leave with his lover and no longer miss this world.

Fu Sheng tried to persuade him softly, but he just pulled his lips, smiled, and said calmly: "It's okay, she won't know."

 “She has already left...hasn’t she?”

　　When he said this, his tone was extremely calm, without the slightest fluctuation. Speak it calmly, as if you just lost an insignificant person.

 He is fine, he always acts that way.

“…” Fu Sheng looked at him with sad and complicated eyes, but said nothing.

 Looking at him like this, there is always something I want to say, but when the words come to my lips, there is only one sentence in the end.

 “Really... don’t regret it?”

Had he known this would happen, would he have—

 He didn't answer, just looked out the window quietly.

 The sunshine outside the window is very good, and it is extremely warm and bright every day.

 Everything is the same as before, time seems to have stopped, time... seems to still stay on that day—

That day, the day she left...

His eyes were trance-stricken and he was stunned.

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The day Yun Si left, the wind blew and everything dispersed.

Peach blossoms were blooming, and all the trees were silent. Only the earth-shattering cry of a baby broke all the sorrow.

The child cried, and cried loudly. Under the soft peach blossoms, he was still an extremely small one, not even as big as an adult man's hand.

The little one burst out into an astonishing cry—