48, insect, sorry

  "...She died later." The starry sky was on fire, his dark pupils met hers and dimmed.

  Moth cicada wanted to laugh, thinking that he was indeed asking too much, for everyone in this world would eventually die; no matter how glorious they had been, they would all return to dust. But somehow, seeing his pursed lips, she couldn't bring herself to smile either, and only nodded quietly, saying "Uh-huh."

  The two of them didn't say another word, and silently walked back to the mansion. She hurriedly ran up the steps, but was pulled back by him from behind. He was really tall, standing on the steps below still a bit taller than her, he quietly gazed into her eyes, "Maybe you're right, I'm not really fond of you, just thought you were novel. Sorry."

  She should feel relieved after hearing him say that, shouldn't she? But somehow, her heart suddenly rose to her throat and couldn't go up or down. She forced a laugh, "Okay, I know." For some reason, she stupidly added another sentence, "Thanks."

  "I thought it would be me who killed you, but instead it was you who killed me... Evil cannot overcome righteousness, you deceived and cheated me to get the upper hand, I die at your hands with a heart full of resentment... But in my private heart, dying in your arms, I am actually happy..."

  "Who is it? Who's speaking!" Mèng Qiǎo knew she was already asleep, but her ears kept hearing someone repeating this sentence over and over again, just like the cicadas chirping outside the window on a summer day, disturbing her even in her dreams. In the end, she was defeated by this nagging and woke up from her dream with exhaustion, looking out the window to see only the dark sky and white moon. On this windless night, the fragrance of roses wafted into a sea of illusions.

  "When a person dies with an unfulfilled obsession, they will be reborn. I'll come back, wait for me... Just hope that by then, you're no longer the you of today, and I'm no longer the me of today." That whisper still lingers on!

  "Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, the Great Supreme Elder, please show your divine power..." Murong Xian muttered to himself, reciting lines from Hong Kong movies, his teeth clenched as he poured himself a cup of cold tea. He didn't care that overnight tea wasn't good for him, and he gulped it down in one go. The noise around him finally subsided, leaving only the taste of tea between his teeth, bitter and cool, stuck in his chest.

  Although Mo Xie had already found his way back, and they could leave Qingyan smoothly at dawn, why couldn't she sleep peacefully? What was going on in her mind?

  Just now, the voice I heard in my dream was just a Nuo dance that had been watched for too long, and it was hung on the fate of that female exorcist.

  As the morning light dawned, the green mountains were shrouded in white mist that swirled and dispersed. Mo Yan walked with Mochen to the train station, carrying a small backpack. Mo Chen stood at the gate, her eyes red from crying, which still made Mochen feel a bit uncomfortable. Mo Yan seemed to sense her emotions and explained, "Mo Chen wanted to come see you off too."

  Foam cicada nodded, "I understand, he still has to serve Mo Xie getting out of bed."

  In the morning, she bid farewell and left, but didn't see Mo Xie in the large courtyard. She thought he was still sleeping, but couldn't believe that he hadn't heard her leaving and hadn't come out to say goodbye.

  Mo Yan understood that the person Mo Ye wanted to ask was Mo Xie. He furrowed his brow, "The young master has risen early. The reason he didn't send you is because he's not in the mansion."

  "Oh?" Meng Xiang didn't expect, "He got up so early, what is he going to do?"

  Mo Yan lowered his head and gazed at the cicada shells, "...... He went to see the green ants."

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