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Chapter 250 I never forget
Drip, drip, the raindrops gently tap, the swaying purplish-red Patishalan, is she also crying?
The brand-new, broken wooden box under the bed gradually decayed, and the colorful toys turned into withered dried flowers, unable to hold any fresh light.
The world is collapsing, colors are fading, raindrops fall into her palm, and Sumeru City is submerged in the rain.
Raindrops, falling drop by drop, are the fireworks of the gods. In the netherworld, I wonder if it is raining on the river of twilight rain?
The palace of the gods slowly closed, and the little girl stepped onto the white jade steps soaked with icy rainwater, entering the long night.
The past is always out of reach, but as those memories accumulate in my longing, I still want to hug you so much.
When the deceased awoke from her dream, she willingly remained immersed in this long, lonely night, forever slumbering in this beautiful dream.
Even though she knew it was just a self-deceiving illusion.
Naxida promised, Amu, that if the day ever comes when you leave, Naxida will come after you.
One by one, the streetlights went out, the boisterous crowd fell into dead silence, and the raindrops fell silently, cold and icy.
The street stalls receded, disappearing one by one into the abyss of the past, shattering into black and white memories.
They were soaking in the rain, white and swollen, like the decaying corpses of all that is beautiful after it has died.
Finally, the little figure stopped in front of the toy stall, picked up the only gift box that had been dyed, and gently hugged it to her arms.
Tears streamed down her cheeks; the rain was the weeping of the gods.
Do you remember, Amu...? This gift box is the toy you gave me when we first met.
But due to a series of unfortunate events, this gift remained in the Adventurers' Guild because of a misunderstanding and coincidence. Whenever he thought about it later, he always had another reason to tease the gods.
She smiled silently, tears streaming down her face.
That day was also the eve of the Flower Goddess's birthday festival.
The green grass and sand don't lie, the wind carries the breath of flowers, and later, the road home was bathed in moonlight for the first time.
She willingly embraced naivety, willingly becoming his personal god; only before him would the goddess of wisdom lose all reason.
The rain was still falling, and droplets of water dripped down my face. A crumpled piece of paper was soaking in the water; it was a page from a calendar.
The date was written in a blurry way: October 27th.
Five long years—the date that should have been the birthday of the Flower Goddess—only one unique day became its eve.
On that very day, the little goddess lost her first sage forever, in the beautiful dream he had woven.
The next day was the long-awaited Flower Goddess's Birthday Festival, but the birthday he spent with would never come again.
So she would rather time just stand still.
After October 27th, we will be together forever.
The girl looked up, and through the rain, across the barriers of time and space, met the gaze of a familiar figure from her memory.
Everything around him slowly faded away, and between them lay memories and life and death. He stood in the shadow of the World Tree.
For the first time, the eyes of the gods held a humble plea, and fear, regret, guilt, and grief surged forth like a tide.
Time here will loop forever, and there is only one way to shatter this dream.
Ah Mu...please...no, no...
But the little goddess was destined to be disappointed; on his face, she saw only the same gentle smile as before.
What a familiar smile! Seven years ago, on the eve of the start of reincarnation, he smiled just like that.
There is only one way: to make the world completely forget me.
Tears welled up in her eyes. She shook her head desperately, biting her lip tightly. Why, why did this have to happen?
They leave without saying goodbye in my dreams, and even my memories are cruelly erased, and it's still like this now...
She didn't need to be saved, nor did she want to wake up. All she ever wanted was for her sage to be by her side.
The figure under the tree still wore a smile, but with a somewhat helpless expression, as if endlessly tolerating her unreasonable behavior.
But the more this happened, the deeper Nasita's pain became, like ants gnawing at her most vulnerable memories.
Gods always appear omnipotent, and the realm of wisdom imposed heavy shackles on the nascent gods.
But there were also people who were willing to share her grievances, tolerate her willfulness, and give her unconditional trust.
Beside him, divinity crumbled before humanity. She willingly abandoned thought and reason, simply enjoying his tenderness and fantasizing that this warmth would never end.
Obsessive, naive, but that's love, isn't it?
But later, the sun set, and the moon failed to appear.
She escaped her prison, made close friends, and gained followers, but she lost the person who had initially walked with her.
One day, he silently disappeared into the distant spring, but she never wanted to forget the memories of being with him.
When he left, the girl named Nasita also disappeared, leaving only the god of wisdom, Buyer.
This story began on the eve of a festival celebrating the birth of the goddess of flowers, and it also came to an end on the eve of the same festival.
She still couldn't change anything, not even in her dreams, she couldn't reverse the inevitable ending that pointed to separation.
As the ancient chords played, the clock struck twelve, and at the moment the Flower Goddess's birthday arrived, she saw him smile and speak.
Wake up, happy birthday, Nasita.
The seemingly unbreakable space of consciousness shattered in an instant, and Mu Feng's figure fell uncontrollably into the deepest darkness.
Only the truth can expose the lies, and only death can end the cycle. This is a gamble of life and death.
Familiar toys, torn calendar pages, the so-called Flower Goddess's Birthday Festival—it will never come.
Nasita's memories slid past him, guiding him step by step toward the deepest part of his consciousness.
The petite figure sat quietly at the boundary between black and white, her back to everything, gazing at the past, silent.
Mu Feng walked up to her, gently pulled Naxida into his arms, held her hand, and quietly listened to her heartbeat.
The little god did not struggle, but Yotsuba's eyes widened suddenly, and tears slowly slid down her cheeks uncontrollably.
Is that you? Have you come to pick me up, my sage?
"I've come to pick you up, Nasita, let's go home."
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In the real-life Pure Goodness Palace, the little god who had been sleeping soundly stirred his eyelids and slowly opened his exquisite four-leaf clover eyes.
At first glance, the face from her memory came into view, and before she could even think, her body reacted.
Her soft forearm wrapped around Mu Feng's neck, and then her soft lips gently pressed against his, salty—they were tears.
The air brushed against the little god's hair, tickling him, but she had never felt his presence so truly before.
This is not a dream, you have come to take me away, my sage.
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