Has Miyin's wish come true? "
Amiao asked, tilting her head slightly. It probably really wants to know the answer. Maybe this is an answer that even a magical weapon cannot deliver, or maybe Miyin doesn't know how to answer. She didn't even know what her wish was. She wanted to nod, but also wanted to shake her head. She seemed to feel that all her wishes had not been realized, but they had been realized in a certain sense.
"Don't remember?"
Miyin didn't answer. However, her original wish was indeed so far away that she could not recall even a trace of it. This should be related to the spell of two tongues, which dilutes, covers, and distorts too many precious things that belong to oneself. But we can't blame her entirely. In other words, what's the use of complaining.
"You wanted to live. Later, you wanted me to live with you."
It spoke for her.
Xue Miyin suddenly coughed violently.
She was so uncomfortable that she held her chest tightly and pinched her throat in order to prevent the tears from flowing. She was extremely sad, but she could taste a hint of sweetness in it. I have a lot of pain on the left side of my chest, probably where my heart is - do monsters also feel heartache? She hadn't felt like this in a long time.
She thought her heart was dead.
"Stop blaming yourself." Amiao said.
"I have spent my whole life blaming others..."
Right now, I should be blaming myself.
She struggled to say these words. In fact, she knew that even if she didn't say anything, Amiao would be able to sense her meaning through this magical amber. It is something like this that can not only establish silent communication between people of the same race, but can even bring about communication across races. The ancestors of the Tengu clan concluded long contracts through such things.
Miyin just felt that only by saying these words could he really leave a mark.
"Is Miyin still blaming herself?"
"I can't help it! I, I think she must regret saving me at that time!" Miyin said loudly, "Me too, I wish she had never saved me! But -"
She couldn't even admit to Lord Shuoyue that she had killed someone when she was young. The kind-hearted Shuangyue Lord always thought that he was just forced to eat the flesh of the dead. She dared not admit it because she was afraid of being convicted. Therefore, her once fanatical admiration and adoration for Lord Shuangyue contained the meaning of atonement.
Only she dared to admit these things now - only she dared to admit them in front of Amiao.
"Miyin is actually very gentle. She must be afraid of scaring Shigetsuki-kun."
"No, I know very well, I'm just afraid that she will abandon me!"
"You don't care if Shuoyue-kun doesn't care? Miyin works very hard just to stay alive."
Xue Miyin was speechless.
"Miyin survived, and so did Amiao."
The fluffy kitten came around to her lap. It looked clean and fluffy, completely different from their first meeting. But she herself was still disgraced, the injuries on her body had not fully recovered, and her clothes were in tatters - which was somewhat consistent with her at that time, even her face was so haggard. The closer it came, the more frightened she became. She really didn't dare to reach out, just thinking that if she touched it, it would be light and fluffy, like clouds that would dissipate as soon as she touched it.
It added: "How I wish you happiness."
The plain and emotionless information flowed into her mind, but it was like a heavy hammer. She shook her shoulders silently and shed tears. Underneath the quiet and depressed body, crazy emotions surged like thunder. The uncontrollable soreness in her throat, nose, and eyes eroded her, spreading pain to places she couldn't scratch. Looking back on this short life, whether as a human or as a monster, I really can't find a time that can be truly called "happiness".
But...there are clearly some moments that she should remember to this day. The owner of the temporary residence suddenly remembered to buy a new piece of clothing for herself. She dreamed of Lord Shuoyue the night before and came to see her the next day. She ate a snack that left a fragrance on her lips and teeth that was unforgettable and had never been seen again... …Also, every time I feel down, Amiao is there to accompany me. She couldn't even remember the trivial reasons that made her frustrated. She only remembered that she didn't have to say anything. It looked at her quietly and stayed with her as if it understood everything.
A three-flowered male cat is the dream pet of many wealthy people. But most of those loves are utilitarian. They just want to show off, but they don't really like it. What they like is only the envy of other people's possessions, not the cat itself. Even if they are nice to the cat, they are only nice to their own vanity. Ordinary cats must be indifferent - as long as there is a stutter, they will be treated the same no matter whose house they are - the richer the family, the more rats they will have. Unlike dogs, their innate pride does not allow them to beg for mercy. Cats are good at catching mice. With this skill, they can live anywhere.
Miyin will never be like those wealthy people, let alone those who regard it as a cash cow. To her, no matter what color or appearance Amiao is, she is her unique treasure.
Also her friend.
Is it your only friend? Maybe not, she still knows some people...some, silly people. They, or at least one of them, called themselves friends. But whether it's true or not, it's just one-sided. It seems that she has never really recognized it like this - now it seems that she feels that she is really unworthy.
The mood before and after is so different...and where does the turning point begin? She didn't know who to ask.
Is it your first friend? Neither. The first friend should be the girl whose last name she didn't even know. Amiao's name is the shadow of her name. But since when did that girl no longer be called a "friend"? She could probably still remember this point in time. But she couldn't think about it deeply. It seemed that without thinking for a while, she was slapped hard on her stupid self in the past, and it was a blasphemy against Lord Shuangyue's correct judgment.
But it must be his last friend.
No one had ever said such a thing to her at any time.
How I wish you could be happy.
Many people took care of her out of Shuangyue Jun's kindness, and Shuangyue Jun also hoped that she could live well and live well. The boy who gave him the string pick also said he hoped she would smile more. But so what? No one told her what constituted a good life; no one asked her whether she wanted to laugh. It seemed that all everyone cared about was her appearance. As long as they look good enough and happy enough, they won't interfere or investigate. Miyin has always been a straightforward person. He doesn't like unnecessary performances and never forces himself to do things he doesn't like. She also knew that those people had no evil intentions, and they sincerely hoped that she would stop being depressed all day long. But to be honest, she couldn't sense any of this.
Only Amiao, a fluffy cat demon, could say such words to her. What's more important is that it's not about "saying" but the most intuitive "conveying" and "infection" sincerely.
Sour, yet sweet.
It turns out that I want to be happy.
"I don't know," she choked, "I don't know what happiness is. I've never asked for it. It, it sounds beautiful—but I can't see it, and I can't grasp it. I just I know that I can survive many things when I have you by my side - in the past, until I left you. I thought I lacked my parents to love me and friends to take care of me. I thought I wanted attention and money. I want strength, I want happiness... I thought there were many things, but they were all empty, invisible and intangible. Even if they fell into my hands, I would try my best to grab them, but I couldn't catch anything..."
It turns out that I want to be happy!
"I can never get it again!" She cried hoarsely, "What else should I do! I have come to this day... I am not innocent, but I will not plead guilty. Everything good and bad is... I should. But I still... what else can I do, what else can I do for you! Now that you tell me... I never asked you what you want. I have become a monster, and so have you, I should be able to do something for my—my friend.”
"..."
Amiao lay there, motionless, like a doll. But the eyes that stared straight at her were clearly so smart under the firelight.
"Yes." The voice appeared again in the mind that had been quiet for a long time. "A Miao also has her own wishes that she wants to realize. Miyin, can you... help me?"
"What do you want to do?" Miyin straightened up, "I can help you with anything!"
"actually……"
"actually?"
actually--
In fact, if, if you say.
The moment she stopped breathing, shouldn't Amiao live again?
Amiao's long-standing wish is actually to be reincarnated peacefully and peacefully?
There are no worldly disputes, no ties in the world of mortals, and with a longing that is neither light nor heavy, I plunge into the torrent of reincarnation. The moment he learned of this intention, a strong dizziness almost threatened to split Miyin's head.
It was my own wishful thinking that ultimately harmed it, causing it to gather dust in the mortal world, depriving it of its freedom, and making it bear the choices of right and wrong, good and evil, and black and white that it should not have to bear.
Only now does the evil messenger of Qiyu fully realize how selfish he was when he was a human being. She knew very well that she was mean to everyone. But she always prided herself on being friendly to animals, but she never asked this little animal for its opinion. She was just like the beginning, just minding her own business and acquiescing her own wishes to the other person's.
All the long-term persistence is just willfulness.
Then, she forgot how Amiao left and how the shamisen was dumped into the fire. From the beginning to the end, Miyin seemed to have never touched it again, as if the dead thing had its own will - yes, it did, always.
The shamisen placed in the fire was burned to ashes, and then the entire abandoned village was engulfed by the gradually expanding fire. The crackling sound of burning pierced her soul. The evil messenger of Qiyu couldn't even remember how he walked into the distance step by step.
Behind him is the warm flame, and in front of him is the rising sun.
She wandered between the cracks of light, suffocating.
From now on, there is no more Qiyu's name in the world.
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