Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 338 is a grievance.

After listening to Lin Huan's story, Ying couldn't help but frown slightly, her eyes filled with concern and contemplation. She spoke softly, with a gentle but unquestionable power in her words: "Ah Huan, I deeply understand the contract you made with them, and I also fully understand your firm will to rush forward. However, in my opinion, you are actually running away. You claim that you will no longer look back on the past, and use longing as a means of escape, but does this really fit your true inner thoughts?"

As she spoke, Ying gently held Lin Huan's hand, the warmth of her palm conveying her sincere friendship without reservation. She continued, "Look, falling asleep was a natural thing in your past life, as common as breathing. But now, you force yourself to give it up. At first glance, it seems that you are resolutely letting go of the past, but if you think about it carefully, doesn't it just highlight that you are too concerned about those memories? That's why you are so afraid of meeting them again in your dreams. You must know that missing someone is not a sign of escape, it is the deep and unbreakable emotional bond between us and the ones we love."

Ying raised her head slightly, her eyes drifting towards the starry night sky, and her thoughts drifting away. "During my long journey, I have also lost extremely important people. Those memories have moments of laughter, but also bitter tears. Whenever I recall the past, there are indeed ripples of pain in my heart, but more importantly, I draw strength from it. Because that person once accompanied me through an unforgettable journey, the existence of that memory has truly shaped me standing here at this moment."

After that, Ying slowly turned her head and looked at Lin Huan with a firm and ardent gaze, and said word by word, "The warm time you spent with your family, the passion and trust when fighting side by side with your comrades, these memories are undoubtedly the most precious treasures in your life. They should not be regarded as shackles that bind you, but should be transformed into shining stars that illuminate your way forward. You can definitely move forward with this heavy yearning, and there is no need to suppress yourself like this. True courage is by no means forgetting the past, but fearlessly moving towards the future with the company of memories. I firmly believe that if your best friends knew about this, they would also hope to see you so determined and full of hope."

Ying's heartfelt words were like a bright and warm light, penetrating Lin Huan's long-closed and dark inner world. In an instant, Lin Huan felt her eyes warm up, and tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably. She bit her lower lip tightly, trying her best to suppress the emotions that were surging like a raging tide.

"Ying, I..." Lin Huan's voice trembled violently. She had so many words in her heart, but they were stuck in her throat. For a moment, she didn't know where to start. Those memories that had been buried deep in her heart for a long time came rushing in like a flood. She recalled the warm afternoon she spent with her father, the sun gently pouring down on the courtyard, the warm atmosphere full of laughter and joy; she recalled the blood boiling when she fought side by side with her comrades on the battlefield, every charge and every cover was full of unreserved trust between each other; she recalled her brother's heroic laughter and scolding, which always dispelled the haze when she was in a low mood; and Boyang, that special existence who always seemed strong, but in fact every move was full of care. She understood that the last alienation and avoidance of his life was also full of warmth, attachment and even reluctance. All of this was conveyed to her heart through the Meteorite Dragon Bow, and she had truly received it. It's just that it's hard to let go.

Ying looked at Lin Huan, whose eyes were red, and paused for a moment, giving her time to calm down. Then, she said softly but with a hint of inquiry, "Ah Huan, Wendy wanted you to write a poem to an important person at the Wind Flower Festival today. I saw that you seemed to be in a very difficult situation. This matter actually concerns me a lot. Can you tell me what you were thinking at that time?"

Ying tilted her head slightly, with curiosity and understanding in her eyes, and continued: "I guess, in your heart, there must be many important people, and choosing who to write to is indeed a difficult problem. Is it that in the choice of the object of poetry, there are hidden emotions that you have always been reluctant to face? Just like the memories you told me before, they seem to be buried deeply, but once you encounter related things, the emotions surge like a tide. I noticed that you mentioned a special person in your recollections. He seemed to be strong towards you, but he was full of care. I wonder if this person means so much to you that when choosing the object of poetry, he has become a crux in your heart that is difficult to bypass?"

She patted Lin Huan's hand gently, giving her strength. "Writing poetry during the Wind Flower Festival is a great opportunity to express your emotions. Wendy suggested this because she probably hopes you can take this opportunity to express your feelings. I noticed that your struggle at that time might be closely related to this person. Does he carry your past memories that are hard to let go? I care more about your feelings, so I want to talk to you. Maybe you will feel better if you talk about it."

After Lin Huan's eyes briefly met with Ying's, they quickly dropped and stared at the ground, as if trying to find a gap to escape from the mottled stone texture. She bit her lower lip and was silent for a long time before taking a deep breath. Her voice trembled slightly and she spoke: "Ying, I admit that you are right. When Teacher Wendy suggested writing a poem, I did think of him. When I thought of the past, my heart felt like it was being grabbed by an invisible hand."

She raised her head slightly, tears glistening in her eyes, but she tried hard not to let them fall: "I have always told myself to move on, but every time I think of him, those images come flooding back like a tide, carrying with them unspeakable pain. His kindness to me, and the final 'bullying', and some, some... all make me wonder how to face this relationship."

Lin Huan twisted his hands together nervously, his fingers turning white from the force. "I... know you're doing this for my own good, but letting go is easier said than done. Those memories have long been deeply engraved in my heart and have become an indispensable part of my life. I'm afraid that once I open the floodgates of this emotion, I will no longer be able to control myself and will be completely overwhelmed by the pain. So, I can only choose to escape. At least in this way, I can still remain calm on the surface."

After a long silence, Lin Huan said slowly: "I understand Teacher Wendy's idea. Poetry... I want to try to write... I will try to face the past... Ying, thank you very much. I have talked a lot today. It's getting late. I should go back to my room."