His eyes had always been deep, and he often looked at her with a hint of teasing. Every time she met his eyes, her heart beat unsatisfactorily.
Now she was lying in his arms in this position, looking into his eyes, and her heart finally stopped beating.
Her eyes went dark for a while, and she couldn't see very clearly. She could only vaguely feel that there was misty moisture in his eyes that were always smiling...
Is he feeling sorry for her
He cried
He seemed to be speaking, and the mask on his face was trembling slightly.
Does he pity her? Are you a little sad for her too
But she doesn't want his pity. He won't give her what she wants. What he gives her is what she doesn't want...
Her ears were ringing and she couldn't hear what he said.
Di Fuyi was horrified to find that her eyes were gradually blurring, and she couldn't hear him! There were even wisps of light starting to shine from her body...
This is a sign that your soul is going to die!
His whole body was trembling, it was a fear of irreversible loss...
"Xijiu! Gu Xijiu! Don't give up! Xijiu, don't die. Listen to me. I have not failed you. It is you who I have always liked..."
"Xijiu, be obedient, be good, be obedient, and use your spiritual skills to control your mind. I know you can do it! When you get better, I will explain it to you..."
"Xijiu—"
As he spoke, he desperately pumped spiritual energy into her body, trying to get her almost dead blood to flow again.
Of course, he also used magic during this period, desperately trying to collect her soul that was about to be scattered.
He pulled off the mask so that she could see the shape of his lips clearly. He knew that she knew lip reading and must know what he said.
She smiled, the corners of her lips curved upward.
Then Di Fuyi found her eyes falling on his hair.
Her vision was blurry, but she could vaguely see a dazzling white...
She raised her hand hard by her side, touched his silver hair lightly with her fingertips, moved her lips slightly, and murmured a few words. The words were low and vague, but Di Fuyi heard clearly: "I... don't like it. You look like your hair is gray... I'm very sad to see your hair is gray..."
He hugged her tightly: "I will make it black! Xijiu, I will turn white hair into black hair. Can you hold on?"
His voice trembled, and he suppressed the huge fear in his heart and took the opportunity to negotiate terms with her.
Her fingers were still stroking his hair, and her vision was already dark. She felt water droplets falling on her face, which was slightly hot, but could no longer warm her already cold skin...
"Di Fuyi -" her voice was soft: "Are you crying for me? I died... you should be happy... this body... I have tried my best to keep it... intact... don't be afraid, it can still be used ... After my soul is gone... Nazhihun... you can recall it, but... if it still carries... with the memory of Gu Xijiu... Gu Xijiu, just completely... erase it... and use it again. Gu Xijiu... doesn't want... doesn't want to come back again. In this world... I don't want... to be anyone's substitute. I will... return Lan Jingke... to you... "
She could no longer see anything clearly, nor could she hear any sounds. She looked at the sky distractedly, but her eyes gradually turned black.
She has been wallowing in the darkness all year round, but she doesn't like the darkness very much. Now she allows the thick darkness to swallow her up bit by bit...
This endless life has finally come to an end.
(End of chapter)