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Now this difference between cloud and mud, the difference between life and death, Lu Lian can't accept it but has to accept it. In order to accept it, in order to make herself believe that she is already dead, she took out a brazier when no one was at home, and burned all eight thick diaries she had written during her time in Mingwan with a fierce heart.
In the past, these diaries were held and cherished in Ming Bay, but now they have returned to her hometown with her. Before long, they all ended up in the fire pit. In the past, she wrote them out word by word without eating or sleeping, thinking that she would look at them again when she was old. But now, she doesn't dare to take a glance. Her physical body needs to survive, so she must forget the past and cut off her memories thoroughly. What she has to cut off is not only her love, but also her loneliness, and even her soul. Since she made that choice in the first place, she should be resolute and decisive for her own choices. Otherwise, how could she have endured the hardships of today? She treated them as phoenixes, a fire was not enough to cherish them, and she hoped for rebirth. Later on, there will be someone who matches this fallen lotus, and there will be a life that this fallen lotus should have had. This fallen lotus can write better diaries.
"Farewell, illusory past! Farewell, happy memories." Lotus tearfully bid farewell. "The whale king is dead, I am dead, these beautiful memories are also dead."
The diary was burning in the brazier, first the two corners of the paper ignited, and soon the inside also caught fire. The flames grew rapidly. What's strange is that when the flames reached the parts with writing, they would change color, turning blue, green, purple, red, and even a rainbow-like multicolored hue. Ming Wan Li Ya was so beautiful, life in Ming Wan Li Ya was so beautiful, now even the flames burning from the diary written by Ming Wan Li Ya were so heartbreakingly beautiful.
The diary that was written for a long, long time with every stroke and line, at this moment in the fire pit, in just a few seconds it all became unrecognizable. Those beautiful words like poetry also disappeared instantly. The flames gradually went out, leaving only the burnt black charcoal paper, which Lu Lian tried to hold in her hands but couldn't, crumbling into powder on her palms.
Lian stared blankly at the slowly cooling brazier, her diary had been burned to ashes, but was Lian empty? No. The diary could be burned, but how could emotions be severed immediately? How could the heart die instantly like ash? She only felt a raging fire burning her heart, she only felt scorching pain, she only felt that from now on, she would never be able to read those moving diaries again. At this moment, she had already begun to strongly miss her diary, wanting to read those warm and happy words, but it was too late.
At midnight, she lay flat on the bed, her hands involuntarily searching towards the dark edge of the pillow. Empty and hollow, there was nothing. Where was her beautiful diary? The one she used to hold in her arms every night before falling asleep? That was her only spiritual sustenance! This was an addiction that couldn't be shaken off. She jumped out of bed, pulled out a trunk from under the bed, rummaged through it and grabbed a blank diary, hugging it tightly in her arms. Although it was much uglier than the one from Ming Wan Li Ya, she just couldn't do without it.
Luo Lian didn't know that she had burned her diary, but subconsciously, because there was no written record, she began to recall the contents of the diary sentence by sentence, paragraph by paragraph, and page by page. As a result, everything in the diary became even more deeply etched in her memory. What she had originally wanted to forget ended up being even more unforgettable.
