Li Mo can be sure that there is no cage here at all.
What really locked Nightingale was not the cage, but something called obsession, an obsession that was enough to support her remaining soul in the present world.
Li Mo knew that as long as she realized this obsession, Nightingale would be able to return to where she should be, but Li Mo didn't know, didn't know if she should...
He gritted his teeth tightly.
In the silence, Nightingale secretly glanced at Li Mo, who was full of sadness, and asked, "Why do you have such a sad expression?"
"I once met a girl who, like you, stayed in this world with a small wish. When I see you, I think of that child."
When Li Mo heard this, he tried his best to smile at her, but even Li Mo knew that his smile must be ugly.
Perhaps a little apologetic for Li Mo's concern, Nightingale also opened up her chat box a little: "What about that girl later?"
"She left, and I helped her with some things out of self-indulgence."
Li Mo half leaned on the withered cherry tree behind him, looking up at the starry sky through the nightingale sitting on the tree.
"With you by her side in the end, the child must be very happy, right?"
"I don't know. To this day I don't know if what I did is correct or if others can do it better than me." Li Mo shook his head.
"You are indeed a gentle person. With someone like you giving her a hand in the end, she must have left happily. I guarantee you."
Nightingale smiled but her eyes were hollow, and it was obvious at a glance that she was smiling against her will.
What she said was all true, just because others had already had their savior, but she didn't. Isn't this a very lonely thing?
What's more, no one can be her savior.
Li Mo stared into Nightingale's empty eyes and hesitated for a moment:
"...If you want, maybe I can help you too."
"Thank you, but you can't help me." Nightingale shook her head and whispered to the night wind: "My wish will never be realized."
"If you don't try your best, how will you know? With my strongest wisdom, nothing is impossible."
Li Mo patted his chest and vowed to Nightingale, but after a moment, his voice became deeper and he continued: "And I think you know that you have been here for too long, and the forest has begun to behave differently. You have caused a change in the center, and if you allow this situation to develop, you will definitely..."
Unlike the human girl Li Mo met, Nightingale, as a demon, has the power of a demon, and this power Nightingale can no longer control. The long-term accumulation and distortion of the power has become a curse in her unconsciousness.
Curses usually harm others and themselves. Too much power will definitely backfire on the caster. If the curse is allowed to develop, this power will definitely go berserk and swallow up the nightingale. And this is only the best situation. , I don’t even dare to think about a more serious situation.
Nightingale understood what Li Mo said. When she heard the words, she buried her head in the thick dress. After being silent for a while, she raised her head slightly and said:
"...I...I want to see Sakura again."
"cherry?"
Li Mo was a little confused and could only look at the withered cherry tree dryly.
"...Sakura is my friend. I have a lot of things to say to her and a lot of things I want to ask her."
As she spoke, tears fell from the corners of her eyes. This time she did not block them and allowed them to flow.
"Do you know where she is?" Li Mo asked.
Nightingale shook her head, her voice becoming hoarse from tears: "She is no longer here."
Li Mo more or less guessed it, but after hearing the answer he was most afraid of, he couldn't help but close his eyes tightly, and thick wrinkles formed between his brows.
"If Mr. Li Mo is the strongest general, you will understand. This is an unfulfilled wish. No one can do it."
Nightingale looked at the muddy land in front of her again, with nothing in her empty eyes:
"And I don't have the face to see her because she died because of me."
