The only obstructionist has removed his protective shield. What else can stop Jiangdong Liu?
He could finally touch the person. The obsession that he had thought about for many years.
In the past long years, he had thought about the meaning of his persistence more than once. Bearing a family feud and harboring the hatred of betrayal in one's heart is indeed enough to drive a person to seek revenge.
But after so many years, passing away one generation after another, and taking thousands of years as reincarnation, pure hatred becomes thinner and less strong. At least not enough for him to go through all the hardships and lurk for many years just to avenge one person.
He needs a more powerful emotion to drive him through the long nights, so that he can continue to hate without being wasted away by time.
What is a force more powerful than hate? Nature is love.
So the emotions that were suppressed deep in his heart and locked in the taboos in his heart were released and became the driving force for him to continue.
The bad relationship formed before they were born, the sincere friendship when they were young, the choice between life and death, and the farewell that left no room for regret are enough for them to remember and regret for the rest of their lives.
Maybe it wasn't love at first, but as time went by he realized it was love. The regret of not getting it stuck in his heart. As time and paranoia fermented, his emotions were distorted and turned into paranoid and turbulent love.
Love and hate, wanting to live and die... This is a portrayal of Jiang Dongliu's long life. Maybe he was tired of working long ago. Regardless of whether he could resurrect Ziyun, resting in peace was probably the ending he had arranged for himself.
After all, the great revenge has been avenged, and he can go down to see his parents with peace of mind. The only pity is...I still couldn't see her in the end.
Therefore, Jiang Dongliu was mentally prepared when his resurrection failed. Ziyun was dead at that time and his soul was scattered. How could he be resurrected so easily? This was already in the category of gods. He was just fulfilling a dream of his obsession with madness, but now he woke up from the dream.
It's time for him to wake up too. He should also go and accompany her in person. She may have been waiting below for a long time.
Everyone saw that he was excited at that time, but no one knew that deep down he was feeling relieved.
Little did he know that what Hongji wanted was nothing else but Ziyun's "corpse". How could he possibly endure it? There was no way he would give it up.
Weakness is a sin. He always knew.
Years ago, when he was weak, he could not save Ziyun. Years later, when he thought he was stronger, he could not save the body of his lover.
It turns out that after so many years, he is still such a weak and unable to control himself.
There is still so little left before he can cheer up. Ziyun was right in front, and he thought that he should at least get closer, and then get closer.
is her.
She woke up. With blurry eyes, he knew it was that girl. This familiar aura...he hadn't felt it for many years. It took so long that he once doubted whether the owner of the breath had really disappeared.
But now, here he is, feeling the other person's breath again. He struggled to hold up his heavy eyelids, trying to look at the clean soul through the blurred blood, which was what he had been obsessed with all his life.
Before falling into purgatory, he could still see that person, and he had no regrets.
Jiang Dongliu trembled, holding up his broken spine, trying hard to see the other person's face clearly.
When he met those bright eyes, he trembled all over, his head and heart were shaking, his mind went blank, his throat was choked, and he was hoarse and wanted to howl, but found that nothing could be said.
It was only now that he discovered that he still had tears.
He wanted to cry but couldn't.
She... woke up.
He...is going to die.
The situation from many years ago was reversed and repeated.
The mask disappeared at some point. But this is no longer important.
Jiang Dongliu's eyes widened, and he moved towards the girl little by little, leaving a long blood trail, dragging his injured body stubbornly towards the destination.
Ning Xia, who was lying on the small black box, held her breath and watched the other person move very slowly, watching him get closer to where the girl was lying, and there was some unspeakable expectation deep in her heart.
For her, she still wanted to see such an ending. After years of holding on to the demon, there is finally a decent ending.
But why did Mrs. Hongji agree again? Ning Xia glanced at the silent woman in red in confusion, but saw no emotion on her face.
In such a scene, the flow of time seems very slow, and Ningxia has a feeling of living like a year. For such a short distance, a long time seemed to pass as Jiang Dongliu moved.
Getting closer and closer, Jiang Dong's bloody head hung weakly on the ground, his eyes still staring at the girl who was so close, an arm's length away.
He knew that he had run out of gas, and if he took a step further, his breath would flow backwards and his body would explode. Just like the many monks on Fuyun Island who died under his scheme, a similar death method could be regarded as karma.
If he wanted to look at her a few more times, he couldn't move anymore. That's it, but I really want to get closer...
Jiang Dongliu raised his arm, his muscles tight but steady, and his blood-stained fingertips reached towards Ziyun's soft white cheek, trying to touch her eyes. He was entranced by a spell. He seemed to be looking very deeply, but also seemed not to see anything, only those eyes.
Ziyun couldn't move either. She couldn't even move a finger. She had been staring blankly at this strange world and this strange yet familiar person since she woke up.
Jiang Dongliu's current image can be described as embarrassing and terrifying, and his original handsome appearance is no longer visible due to the blood. Anyone else might feel timid seeing such a person crawling over him.
However, when she saw Jiang Dongliu's bloody fingertips sticking out, she didn't shy away and looked at them with wide eyes.
The bright red blood stuck to the soft white face, and the corners of the eyes were bright red, as if they were painted with gorgeous totems, which was extremely enchanting.
He rubbed his lips, the bridge of his nose to... his eyes, cautiously and reverently, his face flashed with morbid satisfaction, dyeing his clean face red. It's as satisfying as carving your own mark on your lover.
In the end I won.
He used his last bit of strength to get up for the last time and propped himself on top of the girl, his bright red eyes facing each other.
...The man fell down slumped and fell on the girl.
Whether you like it or not, we will die together after all. I love you.
In the ethereal space, the moment his soul lifted up, he heard——
"I hate you……"
Words as light as breath floated into his ears, stirring up a storm in the last moments of his life.
"...Love you." These were the last words he heard when his soul dissipated, and they came back to him repeatedly. All the pain, resentment, and waves... really all disappeared, nothing was left, including life.
All love and hate...are over.
This is where we end up. Actually, it’s not bad.
