(Oh my god! This little nebula’s pit is finally filled. I won’t dig a pit again next time)

……

(Damn! I posted the wrong chapter. It’s so troublesome to modify it.)

"correct."

Ruan Yaoyao took light steps and was about to turn around and leave the courtyard filled with the lingering echoes of noise and chaos, when she was suddenly stopped by a thought that suddenly flashed through her mind.

She frowned slightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her eyes showing a mixture of doubt and realization. She opened her red lips and asked softly to Lin Yi who was standing beside her:

"What was your third wish?"

When Lin Yi heard this question, the corners of his mouth first rose slightly, outlining a slightly mysterious and warm smile, as if the warm spring sun penetrated the mist and dispelled the remaining restlessness and hostility around him.

He looked at Ruan Yaoyao with deep eyes, full of doting and confidence, and said slowly:

"Yaoyao, you know me."

After saying this, he stood straight like a pine tree, turned around slowly, his clothes dancing in the wind.

Gazing into the distance, we re-examine this world that has gone through twists and turns and is devastated. The fierce battles of the past have left the earth scarred. The scorched land seems like the earth's silent lament. The broken walls and ruins are dim in the setting sun, as if whispering about the thrilling past.

Lin Yi's gaze slowly wandered over the wounded area, his expression solemn and resolute, as if he had silently made a solemn vow in his heart. His hair fluttering in the wind was just like his unruly thoughts.

"I never liked tragedy."

"Ok?"

Ruan Yaoyao was confused by these words that were neither an answer nor a reply, and she tilted her head playfully to one side.

"It's okay, let's go."

Seeing this, Lin Yi's smile deepened. He raised his hand and gently took Ruan Yaoyao's soft and boneless little hand. Their fingers were tightly clasped, and their palms were pressed together, conveying warmth and peace of mind.

The two of them walked lightly, step by step, as if stepping into an unknown yet hopeful dreamland, and slowly walked into the deep, dark black hole.

……

An Qing stands alone on the streets of Qinghai City. The once prosperous and bustling city now seems like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life. There are broken walls and scorched earth everywhere, and the buildings on both sides of the street are in tatters.

A strong wind whistled past, raising a cloud of dust that hit An Qing wantonly. Her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were full of wrinkles and stains, making her look extremely miserable.

But she stood there like a sculpture, gazing at the desolate surroundings. Although her eyes showed relief for surviving the calamity, there was also an indescribable loneliness and melancholy. She had no intention of cleaning up at all.

Those ultimate beasts finally left this troubled world completely, and the bloody storm and endless terror they brought also disappeared.

From now on, humans and Pokémon no longer have to tremble in the dark night, and no longer have to worry about sudden attacks and persecutions without warning. The dawn of peace will finally penetrate the haze and fall on every inch of land.

I believe that it won’t be long before the survivors scattered in various shelters, with hope of rebirth and overflowing enthusiasm, will gradually walk out of the barriers that have sheltered them for so long, and join hands in the massive project of rebuilding their homes.

They will clean up the ruins, move bricks and stones, and use their sweat and wisdom to restore the city to its former glory, making it once again a warm home full of fireworks and overflowing with laughter.

By then, they can all follow their memories and return to that familiar, warm and nostalgic home.

However, An Qing's gaze slowly lowered, and she raised her hand to gently stroke the slightly yellowed photo in her hand. Wherever her fingertips passed, there were traces of time and deep affection.

In the photo, she was wearing a gorgeous wedding dress, with exquisite makeup and a happy smile on her lips. Lin Guochang next to her was also handsome and tall, wearing a well-ironed suit. The two of them were holding hands, and their eyes met, full of love.

That is the most dazzling moment of their love, the starting point and soul of the home.

But now, facing this devastation, she was confused and murmured to herself:

"They can all go home, but what about my home?"

The sound was carried by the wind and dissipated in the deserted streets, leaving only endless bitterness and melancholy.

An Qing dragged her steps, which were slightly heavy but full of expectation, following the memory deeply engraved in her heart, and struggled to find her way through the devastated streets. The familiar scenes of the past turned into broken rubble.

But her obsession with returning home led her step by step closer to the place she longed for - the home that carried countless warm memories and was full of the smell of fireworks.

However, all I saw was a dead ruin. The once magnificent house had collapsed, the walls were broken, and the bricks and stones were scattered in a mess, like a pile of building blocks that had been knocked over by a child. The garden was deserted and messy.

Those once gorgeous flowers and lush green plants have now turned to mud, leaving only broken branches and leaves shivering in the cold wind, silently telling of past disasters and pains.

Standing in front of this wasteland, An Qing's body seemed to be frozen by frost, stiff in place, the sorrow and loss in her heart was like a flood that burst its dam, engulfing her.

With trembling hands, she held the precious wedding photo tightly against her chest, as if she wanted to hold on to the past happiness and not let it be taken away by the biting cold wind.

Her eyelids slowly closed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and tears as big as beans rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably, hitting the dry ground under her feet, leaving a small wet mark, which was her silent grief and attachment.

"Buzzing—"

Just when despair was covering his heart like a dark cloud, a dazzling divine light, like the morning light penetrating the thick clouds, suddenly appeared above the ruins without any warning.

The light was in the shape of a soft ring, spreading slowly. Wherever it went, there seemed to be a pair of invisible yet magical hands, gently soothing the pain and repairing the broken pieces.

An Qing widened her eyes in shock and stood up subconsciously, her body swaying slightly due to shock.

But in a flash, a miracle unfolded before our eyes - the dilapidated ruins disappeared without a trace like a dream bubble in the blink of an eye, and were replaced by neat and tidy houses and clean and flat streets.

The azure sky looks like washed silk. Flocks of bird Pokémon spread their colorful wings and fly happily in the sky, singing melodiously and playing a lively melody.

Looking at Qinghai City again, it is as if time has gone back to the peaceful days when no disaster had ever touched the city.

People come and go in the streets and alleys, laughing and talking.

People stop to greet each other or stroll together, with Pokémon following them and playing around. The harmony and peace is like a colorful and warm scroll of the city.

An Qing stood there in a daze, staring straight at her own house, the villa that had once been reduced to ruins.

It now stands intact before our eyes, its white walls and red tiles sparkling in the sunlight, the garden is full of flowers and green grass, and filled with rich fragrance.

She looked down at herself, and the dishevel she had shown was gone. She was wearing a clean white coat that was neatly placed on her body, with the corners of her coat gently fluttering. In her pocket was a pen and paper for recording her experiments. It seemed as if she had just finished an ordinary experiment and was returning home leisurely.

Everything before her eyes was too unreal, like a dream. She even suspected that she was in an intoxicating dream and couldn't recover for a long time.

"Xiaoqing?"

A mellow and familiar voice, like the sound of wind chimes drifting leisurely in the warm spring sun, suddenly yet intimately rang in An Qing's ears.

Her delicate body trembled violently, as if she was suddenly awakened from a deep and psychedelic dream. She turned around abruptly and looked eagerly in the direction of the voice. She saw the figure that had haunted her dreams for countless days and nights walking towards her steadily.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like