Genshin Impact: We have to find a way to abduct people.

"Huh...?" What does it mean to live again? Again...resurrection?

Wutong wrinkled his face and used his little brain, trying to think of another meaning in Lisa's words.

"Haha, don't get into trouble. I don't mean to blame you, but... it's a little too cold, Wutong. You calmly explained this real and too cruel result, but you underestimated your treatment of others. Importance. Little girl, if you want someone who loves you deeply, how can you accept the result of losing you completely, even though it will come sooner or later."

She is still young, and this is her first taste of love. She seems not to understand that love between two people is more than just hugs and kisses. Moreover, love is never just a simple relationship between request and dedication, indulgence and restraint.

Time has passed, and a child who was ignorant at first and who in their eyes had just planted flower seeds has now made a promise to others that he will give flowers from the garden to others in the coming year.

Dirty, stupid, stupid.

"Yes, death will always come as promised, but the reluctance to struggle desperately before death because of love and not want to leave is much easier to accept than the compromise of knowing the date of death and then dying quietly, isn't it? At least you have nostalgia for him, at least you love him more than the parting at this moment."

The words spoken by the knowledgeable librarian are like poems, containing simple yet profound truths. Lisa scratched the bridge of Wutong's nose with her fingers, and the other person's half-understanding look made her laugh again. Then he continued: "Love may not be able to defeat death, but love can transcend death. You said that you couldn't stay with him. You were the one who came first, so why not leave some thoughts and unburned memories?" Give him all your remaining warmth. The magnanimity with which you accepted death, the decisiveness with which you left, left his warm love shattered and cold on the ground."

It seemed to make sense. Wutong scratched her head. She thought about it for a long time and finally came to an understanding. It is a state of reaching a dead end but encountering a fog. I have some thoughts that I can't catch: "I...I just...well, after I die, I miss him well."

Qin also knows Wutong's character. Whenever the other person likes something, he will give all his passion and love to her without hesitation. Fierce, rich and sincere. If Wutong had the eye of God, it would definitely be the scorching fire element.

So bright, so eye-catching, just like summer.

I can understand the hidden meaning in Wutong's overly open-minded words. She wants the people who love her to be good, live a long life, be safe and happy in the future.

But sometimes thinking too simply about doing good for others may turn into being too cruel at some point.

Diluc has always been good at hitting the nail on the head and prescribing the right medicine: "Wutong, if you want him well, you might as well think about what he wants most?"

Qin Xunxun said: "If what you give him is not what he wants from the beginning to the end, doesn't it become the simplest thing that you do it for him? You do it for him, so you downplay the result of your own death. What do you do for him?" He is good, so you want him to forget the past that he loved you deeply. You are good for him, so you want him to live every day of the future heartlessly."

Suddenly, like a biting cold, Wutong's heart was grasped tightly by an invisible hand and then released.

She seemed to have touched the threshold and grabbed the rough rope.

You just immersed yourself in giving him what you thought was good, but little did you know that for him, it was poison that he could never swallow. All the traces you left behind are like chronic inflammation to him, making him toss and turn every night and find it difficult to sleep. Everything in the past that you want him to forget is like the golden arrow that Cupid shot into his heart, tearing away flesh and blood without any explanation.

The yellow roses placed on the high platform have blooms just right, and the branches have been carefully tied with ribbons by the flower shop owner.

——Hello, yes, I would like to buy a bouquet of flowers. Excuse me...if it is an apology, what kind of flowers should be sent generally? Can you recommend and tell me?

——Oh, sorry. Of course, I can recommend it to you, but there are many kinds of flowers used to apologize. Miss, could you please tell me, who do you want to apologize to?

The rope that was caught in her hand, every bit of it, had turned into a wooden sign hanging on it, like a rope used to seal and restrain a monster. She pulled as she walked forward.

——It’s a lover.

Breaking away from the fog, Wutong pulled the rope in his hand and changed from walking to running step by step. He raised his eyes and looked intently. It turns out that the end of the rope is her lover.

It was her beautiful, stubborn lover who tied a knot around her neck with a rope.

You are too difficult for him, Wutong.

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Kong admitted that he felt slightly regretful about his day and it was unbearable.

I started reading a light novel when Wutong left. It started with chapter 31, and even after having dinner with Paimon, a few hours passed, and it still stayed at chapter 31.

Ah Yu said he wanted to go back to Mondstadt. Why did he go back to Mondstadt? Was he going to find someone to ask what to do? Who asked? It feels like it will be Kaia, or Wendy. After all, these two people obviously have no emotional experience, but inexplicably they look like they have been in love eight hundred times.

But it could also be Lisa. Miss Witch’s rich knowledge reserve has always played the role of answering questions and resolving doubts.

But it takes so long to ask questions, and I don’t even come back to eat. Was he left behind by his parents to have a reunion dinner in advance? They will go back during the Chinese New Year to return the person to him.

Sora clasped the book on his face, collapsed on the sofa and exhaled for a long time.

Really, why are you angry? He himself had some problems, why was he angry with Ah Yu? It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, Ah Yu just accepts death too calmly. Very normal mental state.

He decided to wait for Ah Yu to come back for a while. If the other party still reached out to hook his finger, he would immediately hold it back.

"null."

A familiar voice came as expected.

"Huh? You're back. Have you had dinner? If not, or if you're still hungry, tell me what you want to eat and I'll make it for you."

"..." Wutong clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the unlit restaurant in surprise.

Sora also looked over, not quite understanding: "What's wrong?"

"You...didn't you eat?"

Looking at the tight and drooping corners of the other person's mouth, which was obviously becoming more awkward, Kong chuckled: "I've eaten, but if you want to eat, I can also eat some more with you. So, what do you want to eat?"