met free Chapter 401 Being a person is too tiring!
Chapter 401 Being a person is too tiring!
Xu Si glanced at Ta Shan, unsure whether he should stop it.
Chen Pei glanced at Xu Si as well, he was thinking about the same question.
However, neither of them made any move in the end.
Until Fan Wanwan disappeared into the darkness.
Xu Si floated up, and after gesturing to Chen Pei, landed far away at the edge of the star vein, undetectable to Fan Wanwan.
Fan Wanwan's figure grew farther and farther away in the night.
Her steps were incredibly light, as if she were walking on clouds, or as if she were being lifted forward by some unseen force.
Xu Si saw flowers blooming at every step.
The vines and flowers that terrified everyone during the day now made way for her, as if welcoming a long-lost friend.
Xu Si lagged far behind, the star vein shrinking to its smallest extent, barely enveloping her.
He didn't want her to find out, and he didn't want to disturb anything deeper or more hidden in that city.
The ten-kilometer distance rapidly shortened beneath Fan Wanwan's feet.
The flower market, which was just a colorful outline on the horizon during the day, now presents a different scene under the night.
Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds, bathing the entire city in a dreamlike, silvery-white glow.
Under the moonlight, those eerie flowers toned down their daytime flamboyance, their petals slightly closed, their edges gleaming with a faint, luminous glow, like countless closed eyes.
The city's outline appears and disappears in the night, with skyscrapers, bridges, roads, and vehicles—all the remnants of human civilization—gently enveloped by a sea of flowers, like a baby sleeping in swaddling clothes.
Fan Wanwan stopped on the edge of the city.
She stood on a road whose original appearance was no longer recognizable, with a thick carpet of petals and vines beneath her feet.
She raised her head and looked into the depths of the city.
The buildings stood silent in the darkness, each window like an empty eye, gazing back at her.
"I've arrived," she said softly.
It wasn't addressed to anyone in particular, but rather to her future self, to the quiet little flower within her, and to the city that belonged to her.
The wind blows from the depths of the city, carrying the sweet fragrance of flowers and a warmth almost like a mother's embrace.
Fan Wanwan closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
She could feel that the flowers were "connecting" with her, were jumping for joy, and were looking forward to something.
From the moment she awakened her botanist sequence, she had been searching for something.
Something that can truly bring her sequence to life.
Today, she found it.
At this moment, those vines are not the source of any strangeness, but rather the guide.
The flower seed she held in her palm seemed eager to sprout.
"Thank you," she said again, her voice carrying an almost pious tone.
No one responded.
But the wind became gentler, and the closed petals trembled slightly, as if nodding or smiling.
Fan Wanwan took a deep breath and took her first step.
Just as her toes were about to touch the ground—
A hand reached out from behind and pressed down on her shoulder.
The hand was cold, yet steady, like a drawn sword held in front of her.
Fan Wanwan's body suddenly stiffened.
She didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
In the entire convoy, there was only one person who could approach her at that distance silently.
"Xu Si," she said softly, without turning around.
Xu Si stood half a step behind her and withdrew his hand.
He didn't speak, but simply gazed silently into the depths of the city.
The scarlet pupils rotated slightly, reflecting the outline of the entire sea of flowers.
"Do you know what you're doing?" he finally spoke, his voice as cold as the chilling moonlight.
Fan Wanwan remained silent for a moment.
"Know"
"Have you thought this through?" Xu Si didn't want her to embark on a path of no return.
"I've made up my mind."
"Do you know what's inside?"
"I don't know." She paused, then added.
"But I know I have no other choice."
Xu Si didn't know how to persuade him. Perhaps knocking him unconscious and taking him back would be the right solution.
However, the broadcast he had almost forgotten kept replaying in his mind—do not look directly at the blood-red sun; do not respond to the eerie; do not try to make amends.
If Fan Wanwan did something wrong, was his action right?
Xu Si had never managed to salvage anything from beginning to end, but today he seemed to be making an exception.
Even Fan Wanwan and Xu Si didn't know what awaited her if she were to fall into this flower market.
But she still made that choice because she had no other option.
A night breeze blew in from the depths of the city, carrying a sweet floral scent, brushing against the hem of their clothes.
Fan Wanwan finally turned around and faced Xu Si.
Under the moonlight, her face had a softer glow than during the day, and her eyes held no fear, no hesitation, only an almost obsessive calm.
"Brother Dao." This was the first time she had used this title to address Xu Si, but her tone was not one of awe or flattery like the others in the team; rather, it was extremely serious.
"Do you know how much my sequence progress has increased since I awakened?"
Xu Si remained silent.
"No, not even a trace of it. I can barely feel its presence anymore."
She thought awakening was just the beginning, but she never expected it to be the end.
She envied the sausage vendor who awakened at the same time as her, and even envied the ordinary people who had not awakened.
Because without awakening, there will be no expectations, let alone disappointment.
"Do you know how much longer my sequence process has grown since yesterday?"
Fan Wanwan stretched out her hand, and the small flower in her palm appeared.
As the little flower opened and closed, the flowers covering the ground behind her under the moonlight also opened and closed, as if resonating with her.
She withdrew her hand, looked down at her palm, and felt the surging energy within her body. When she opened her eyes again, her gaze was more determined than ever before.
It seems that Xu Si helped her make a certain decision.
She smiled.
Xu Si realized something was wrong; Ta Shan had no chance, and the woman's mind was made up.
"I don't want to be a useless person, I don't want to be supported."
Fan Wanwan withdrew her hand, and the little flower closed in her palm, like her gradually unfolding heart.
"I don't want to bow my head and say 'thank you' every time I receive food; I don't want to hide behind others every time I encounter danger; I don't want to remain unchanged even after awakening to these truths—"
She paused for a moment, then looked past Xu Si's shoulder towards the direction of the camp.
There, she found a warmth she hadn't experienced since the end of the world.
If only she were that kind of gentle, feminine woman.
"Could he die, or even become a monster?"
Xu Si recalled Yi Yi's words: Could this woman really turn into a flower in the end?
"Then die! Then become a monster!" She laughed out loud as she said this, and there was even a hint of anticipation in her voice.
Being a person is too tiring!
Looking into Fan Wanwan's eyes, he knew he couldn't persuade her anymore; this woman had made up her mind.