oozing star

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She felt that she had already gotten used to it. After living for so long, so many people who had passed through her life, most of them were never seen again.

Some things that were unacceptable at first became less unacceptable after more experience.Sirente didn't know whether this attitude was indifferent or numb. She didn't want to think about it, because once she went deep into it, she would inevitably think of many things: tombstones, wreaths, blood, people's cries, the gray sky, rain... Scenes after scenes When the scene of the scene flashed in her mind, her chest would be inexplicably depressed. Whenever she realized that she would have such emotions, she felt that she still couldn't completely take those things lightly.

If she stayed in that starry sky forever, and was always a god who arranged the fate of all people, no matter how many lives and deaths in the mortal world she had seen, she would not feel anything.

If it wasn't for the fact that the Star God needed a new term, he wouldn't have experienced this.Perhaps others don't understand how intense the inner emotional collision of a god who was once indifferent to life and death is when an important person leaves him due to death.

She can fall countless stars, but she has no way to bring the dead stars back to the sky, nor can she pull everyone she cares about from the cycle of reincarnation.

The only person who made her want to free him from reincarnation regardless of the consequences had never prayed to her like that.

Tell me you want to live forever, tell me you want to be by my side forever.

……

Siren remembers everyone who said "like" to her after that.

Let her bear love but cannot live with her forever.

In this case, let me personally design the trajectory of your star's fall.As a return of that love.

Sirente sat in the courtyard this early morning, wandering in her mind with dark thoughts that were not commensurate with the soft morning light.

Celsilian's winter is neither long nor short.

Now is the early spring when the snow is melting, but the temperature is not much milder than winter.

Although Sirente herself didn't feel anything, if someone came to hold her hand at this time, she would find that her hand was very cold.

Sirente sensed that someone was walking towards this side, and could hear the sound of footsteps on the unmelted snow and wet ground.In the dim light of the morning sun, she caught a glimpse of a slender silhouette, and the light extended several wings behind that silhouette.But she ignored it.

Until the man sat beside her and gently held her hand.

"My lord priest." The murmuring whisper accompanied by a cloud of white mist in the clear air intertwined with the human temperature.

The language once spoken by the race that has fallen, the familiar voice of the one who has departed.

The morning sun streamed down from the distant sky in an instant, dispelling the coldness of the morning, and after meeting the eyes of the person in front of him in the large golden-red rays of light, it was impossible to move away.

She remembered every piece of vermilion that belonged to her: lips, blood, roses, and those bright and fiery eyes.She also remembers every piece of pure white that belongs to her: long hair, skin, wings, and the soul that has been washed out of all colors by endless reincarnation.

The white-haired woman saw the other party looking at her with disbelieving eyes, and smiled helplessly: "This starry sky is as beautiful as ever, and I will notice it without you needing to open it."

She still remembered that day she pointed to her eyes and said that the fireworks all over the sky were not as bright as this gold.

It was as if he felt the warmth from his hand for a moment, and wanted to hug her more directly, but Sirente just stared at her blankly, with trembling lips, unable to call out that name no matter what.

She touched the indelible mark left by the broken winged necklace on her neck, and her gentle smile seemed to show a hint of distress: "My lord priest, I don't give you the necklace as a collar use."

"Zhuoyan..." Zhuoyan, Zhuoyan...I miss you so much.

"You have been locked by me for so long, you should be free." She gently wiped away the tears from Sirente. "Stop embarrassing yourself about me."

No, there is no embarrassment, but there is no way to let you go.

"You have been in the human world for so many years, and it has been a few moments in the history of God. So many people have passed and left in your life, whether it is the students you loved deeply or the human priests you trusted, After experiencing so many partings, shouldn't you already understand how to face this matter?"

"It's impossible for the person I once admired to not have this kind of comprehension?"

"It's just because I was the first person you came into contact with since you descended into the realm."

"Later, you came to the human world and established the Star God Religion. You have met so many people who mean a lot to you, so there is no need to be obsessed with me and you can't let go no matter what?"

"I hope you can find your own happiness."

"I will continue to die and be reincarnated, but you are the eternal god."

"If you meet someone you want to love deeply and someone who has the courage to love you in your long life, I hope you can cherish it."

"After all, I..." The white-haired woman paused for a moment, the helplessness at the brow concealed many unspeakable emotions. "Never had the courage to say that to you."

"So, please use the star god technique to erase all your memories about me, is that okay?"

You said you want me to forget everything about you? Sirene looked at the person in front of her, "I..." How could I do that.

"It's my last wish to you, Mystery of the Star Realm, I hope you can forget me."

Why don't you pray to me for eternal life? It was then and it is now.

"Okay." Sirente finally nodded.

It was just because of this person's wish that she couldn't refuse.

She watched her leaving back, was sent by the golden sunlight, and was engulfed by the golden sunlight again.

……

That night, when the first star appeared in the night sky, Sirente shattered the crystal photo frame on the bed, and erased that deep and heavy memory with the star god technique, and extinguished all the memories about her in her mind ever since. I don't remember the name "Turbid Flame".

……

She made me understand the true meaning of death.

She taught me a lot.Whether it is joy or love, even negative emotions such as sadness, loneliness, helplessness, despair, etc. are also included.But it didn't teach me how to face parting and loss.

I have arranged so many life and death trajectories by myself, and I can't understand the grief shown by people in the mortal world.

Until the day she dies forever, there will be no more memory of her, no hearing of her voice, no seeing her smile, no touch of her body, and for the first time I start thinking, alone forever and ever What kind of concept is leaving.

I was so scared that I couldn't make a sound, couldn't shed tears, and I didn't even want to believe it was true. I always felt that I could redeem something.

But, nothing can be done.

Why did Father God not allow me to stay in the star realm and not experience those things, no matter how many moments pass by again, I will not collapse due to the emotions flowing in those stars.After all, other people's business will always be other people's business.

From now on, I don’t remember your smile, your tears, every single star in the clouds of the nine heavens, and your hazy back when the rosy clouds shine.

……

"This language is difficult to learn. Fortunately, the Pope didn't ask me anything." The white-haired woman said to Xi Hua.Before that, she had practiced for a long time to imitate the pronunciation habits and tone of the Yi tribe named "Zhuoyan".