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"Are you... the ancient god Suli?"
The crisp sound of the bells made gentle waves in the air, ethereal and endless.
Accompanied by a clear female voice, she slowly fell behind her, with a bit of confusion.
The man in black moved his lowered head slightly.
After a while, he slowly raised his head.
The empty gaze also fell calmly in front of nothingness.
There was silence for a moment,
He pushed himself up, as if he were holding up an empty body, and he moved very slowly.
Like a walking corpse, he turned around and looked at her without any trouble.
"Miss Yun."
His face was very pale, the kind that had not seen the light of day for a long time.
The thin skin is like cicada wings, almost breakable and fragile.
The eyes are very dark, but they are not full of hostility like Chu Heng.
Instead, it was like a deep well that had been dry for thousands of years, empty and extremely desolate.
There was no trace of aggressiveness on his body, and his pure black robe had no trace of embroidery.
The frame of the body is very high, but it looks inexplicably thin, like a piece of fluttering paper that can be blown away by the wind.
Yun Si looked at him and saluted politely, but her eyes fell on the small white flowers on the ground.
But soon,
The man dragged himself, blocking her sight.
"Flowers are mine."
A low voice, very slow, but unmistakable,
"It's... mine, don't look at it."
Yun Si raised her eyebrows, looked at him, smiled, and seemed to be provoking,
"Then, what if I insist on grabbing it?"
Finally there was a trace of fluctuation on the man's face,
His empty eyes looked at her quietly,
The body did not move.
"Miss Yun, it's mine."
Yun Si made a sound, folded her arms, raised her chin, and said,
"You say it's yours. But see for yourself, how did you raise it?"
"I kindly remind you that if you keep raising it like this, it won't survive more than half a year."
The man seemed startled.
"Why?"
Yun Si looked at him strangely, "You don't know how to grow flowers?"
The man was silent.
"If you don't know how to grow flowers, why are you fighting for them?"
"...Or do you want to raise it to death and then use it as flower fertilizer?"
The man said nothing, as if he was at a loss.
After being quiet for a long time, he lowered his eyelashes and remained stubborn.
"It's mine."
"I'll...take good care of it."
"It's...not flower fertilizer."
Yun Si: "..."
"How about this? How about I take it away and help you raise it?"
The man raised his eyes to look at her.
Yun Si continued to be persuasive, "Look, I am also a flower, and I know how to grow flowers."
"If you raise it for me, I will definitely help you raise it beautifully and let it grow vigorously."
"When it grows up, I will return it to you. This way you will be relaxed and the flower will grow healthily. Isn't it killing two birds with one stone?"
The man was quiet for a long time.
Finally, he shook his head slowly,
"I raise it myself."
"I'll take care of my flowers myself."
Yun Si: "...you don't care much about it, right?"
"Didn't you just leave it in the peach forest and let it grow freely?"
The man lowered his head and said nothing.
He just blocked the flowers from her sight.
He seems to have a very stubborn temperament and will not let go easily if he decides on something.
Even if you know you can’t grow flowers by yourself, you still have to do it yourself.
Yun Si crossed her arms and said in a bad tone, "Don't you think...you just want to raise the flowers to death?"
The man lowered his head and remained silent.
