When the woman's indifferent gaze, as cold as ice and snow, fell on Fang Geyu, it revealed a hint of desolation that was about to melt away like melting snow.
Fang Geyu's confused eyes were slightly fixed, and the arrogance in her eyes that had not disappeared even if she was burned by the never-ending fire suddenly completely faded away at this moment.
Clean things always reveal a bit of vulnerability.
She was like a proud white crane with both wings damaged and withered feathers but unwilling to give up and still hovering in the sky. Suddenly, she was caught off guard and hit by an arrow, hitting her vital part.
The smell of blood lingered deep in her throat, and a layer of mist formed in her eyes. She slowly opened her lips, with the burning pain of blood, her voice was choked, and she called softly: "Auntie."
Amidst the roar of the wind, the woman seemed to have responded to the call. She held the sword behind her in her right hand, then suddenly leaned down and gently touched the girl's cracked and bloody face with her left hand, touching their foreheads.
The temperature in her palm was so soft and warm, as if it had finally brought her salvation from the endless pain.
The face in the faint white light is cold and charming, as beautiful as a character walking out of a fantasy.
The woman caressed the girl's face carefully, her eyes sometimes feeling sad and sometimes pitying, as if she wanted to put all the comfort and love in the world into the palm of her hand and give it to her.
In order to hold Fang Geyu tightly, the woman pressed her body lower, her palms on her cheeks passed through the girl's black hair, and she gently bent her thin shoulders and pulled her into her arms.
Fang Geyu rested his chin on the woman's shoulder. The faint fragrance was a distant scent in her memory. The sudden intimate comfort made this arrogant young lady at a loss.
She had never tasted family affection and didn't know how to respond to this hug.
I could only stiffen my back, stand with my hands in mid-air, and with a choked voice, carefully tell my pain and grievances to the people closest to me.
"Mom, it hurts..."
No child in the world is born without fear of pain.
Facts have proved that even Fang Geyu will cry when she feels aggrieved.
The reason why a person is strong and fearless and full of sharp thorns is just because the person who can make her act like a baby is no longer there.
The firelight reflected the woman's gentle gaze. She hugged the girl's delicate body very tightly, as if she cherished her as if she had been lost and found her. She wished she could rub her into her own flesh and blood to protect her.
Her voice was indescribably soft and caring: "Aniang is here, good boy."
Fang Geyu cried loudly and hugged tightly the embrace that she coveted, her breath filled with the familiar coldness of snowflakes on her mother's sleeves.
For a moment, I was so confused that I didn't know where I was. I just knew that I was back in the ice and snow silver city, atop the towering tower.
She cried so hard that she shrank into his arms, wishing she could hide herself from everyone, and began to speak incoherently:
"Aniang, it hurts so much - they all said that I am not Aniang's child. Geng Yan extinguished the charcoal fire in the private room. It's so dark...so cold. Aniang, please don't lock me up anymore, okay? Okay, they didn’t treat me well, Aniang, please take me away, please take me away, okay?”
People only know that the eldest lady of Shifang City is infinitely glorious tonight, she is loved by thousands of people, pulls carts with fairy beasts, and burns down the city while drunk.
But who knew that this young lady who looked glamorous on the outside was once alone in a secret room, caught in a crisis of false identity, and was suspected by everyone and deceived by the maids.
There was constant wind and snow in the cold city, and the secluded room where she was kept, and the charcoal fire where she huddled up for warmth, had also been extinguished by malicious intent.
At that time, my mother-in-law never heard of these grievances, and she did not dare to speak out.
The woman sighed softly, caressing the girl's hair and said: "My mother-in-law can't take you away. My mother-in-law died in Qianta. As a dead person, I cannot guide the living."
"But I'm in so much pain, my mother-in-law. Who will save me from the endless belly of the dragon? Who will save me from the burning fire."
Why does she have to suffer like this?
If she was really not A Niang's child as they said, then why should she become the master of the Shifang Sword?
The arms holding her body suddenly tightened a bit.
Originally, Fang Geyu was hugged tightly by her, wishing she could rub him into her body and blend into one.
Now the strength tightened again and the burns on her body burst. This embrace was not just a hug, but also brought her some suppressed pain.
She heard A Niang's soft voice suddenly become cold and stern: "No one can save you. The common people want you to die, who will come to save you? Everyone wants to live, who - will come to save you? Even A Mom can't make a decision for you, if you want to be with grandma, you can only rely on yourself."
Fang Geyu was in a state of confusion. He raised his neck in confusion, his eyes so fragile that they seemed to break at a touch: "Auntie, I don't understand...you teach me?"
Her lips slowly came close to the girl's ear, and she whispered softly: "Fire is filling your body and burning your body. Does it hurt?"
"pain……"
"How miserable is it to be alone and homeless?"
"bitter……"
"Yes, the resurrection brought by repeated destruction is not salvation at all. Why don't Ge'er tear off the silk with her own hands and spend the underworld with my mother?"
"..."
"Although the underworld is cold, you will have my mother by your side. You will be there for all the loneliness and pain in the future."
The blade of the sword was like a mirror, and the cold edge wiped out an inch of the girl's eyes. Fang Geyu slowly looked away.
The eyes that looked sideways at the sea of fire had already turned into darkness.
It's so cold!
"Is it too late for Grandma to accompany you?" Her voice was still choked with sobs, but the words she spat out were like the cold wind.
The woman was silent for a moment, and then said: "You kid, don't say anything stupid again."
Fang Geyu let out a low laugh, his face was extremely cold, like a fish that had been frozen for a long time on the dry land, his eyes were dead and he said: "Aniang is indeed worthy of being a high-ranking person who stands alone on a high tower all year round. Not even a simple hug.”
"song?"
"A'Niang..." Fang Geyu slowly raised his bloody face from her arms. This time he called A Niang no longer pitiful, but full of ridicule: "Don't you know, A Niang, when you hug someone?" Isn't it insincere to hug me with one hand? The other half of my body is cold. Mom, why don't you put down the sword in your other hand and give me a complete hug."
The Shifang Sword that the woman carried behind her was motionless, like a solemn object that had stood for many years and could not be shaken.
Even though he knew it was fake, when Fang Geyu saw the unshakable sword edge, his eyes still turned red for a moment.
The woman was silent for a long time, hearing the sound of rolling magma and flames. She sighed softly, then slowly pushed Fang Geyu away. When she looked at her face again, the love and care were gone. A pair of golden His eyes were strange and cold.
Fang Geyu's eyes were cold: "It's really quite wicked."
The woman took two steps back, and when she spoke again, her voice had changed into a deep androgynous voice: "I don't think anyone in this world is indestructible."
"but……"
She raised a finger and touched Fang Geyu's heart: "You are indeed the strongest human being I have ever seen."
He is also the most sane human being alive.
Sober...it makes people's hair stand on end.
