The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 910 - 427: Loneliness (Part 3)
It’s as if a ghost passed through this door.
That feeling was like crossing into another world.
Or entering someone’s heart.
The setting sun cast its warm, dim glow, enveloping everything warmly.
The furniture wasn’t new but was still clean, with traces of time left behind. The tea set was still on the coffee table, and a pink bedspread embroidered with rabbits covered the unmade bed, as though it had never been tidied.
Doraemon and Nobita plush toys sat at the bed’s head, showing their years but remaining clean.
Homework notebooks and scattered stationery cluttered the desk, the television still on, playing cartoons.
Beside the table was a photo album, showing an old man holding a girl, with an orange cat lying on the girl’s lap.
An unfamiliar scent wafted over.
It was the scent of life.
The fig tree in the yard shed countless strands of twilight while some faint sounds emerged.
"Meow."
An orange kitten timidly walked from the yard, watching her warily.
Only after confirming she had no ill intentions did it come over and rubbed against her shoe.
Very friendly.
Skylark gazed down at the cat, suddenly finding it hard to breathe.
Emotions surged, overwhelming her.
She lowered her head to pick up the orange cat, stroking its soft fur.
This was not the cat from the photo, as this one was no more than three months old.
Skylark, holding the cat, came to the wardrobe and opened it.
Delicate dresses hung neatly, sorted from small to large. Gift boxes richly colored formed a small mountain, some containing plush toys, others butterfly hairpins or new game consoles. All things a little girl might love, fresh from a mall haul.
Some were childish, others surprisingly novel.
The gifts a girl should have from childhood.
Skylark, somewhat lost, carried the cat to the fridge.
Stickers adorned the fridge with adorable drawings of smiling faces, though there were no words.
She opened the fridge; inside were yogurts and fruits.
Simple, yet cozy.
A tremendous pressure forced her to retreat step by step until she fell onto the living room sofa.
All this was unfamiliar, yet it felt faintly familiar.
Because it was his feeling.
Thus, she stayed in this strange room with an unprecedented sense of belonging.
This was a room he recreated according to her lies.
A room for her.
Skylark imagined the boy late at night, crafting profiles from paper money based on her fleeting lies, rebuilding everything in this room meticulously, for he was that kind of fool who took everything seriously — as long as she softened his heart, he’d carry her burdens on his own shoulders.
He said he would help her retrieve the past, and truly tried to do so.
Even if she had only deceived him with lies.
He really believed her and attempted to recover everything she lost.
Skylark, eyes dazed, seemed to hear the rustling of paper money.
And saw the earnest side profile of the young boy engrossed in writing.
All this disillusionment in her mind eventually turned into their crossed swords.
And his indifferent gaze, his resolute back.
Darkness blanketed her like a storm as she curled up on the sofa with the orange cat in her arms.
Suddenly felt an unprecedented loneliness.
If not for these things, perhaps he would have personally brought her to this room.
He would show her the life she once had, place the cat in her embrace.
As the sun set, there was someone by her side, the only one of her kind in the world.
Thud, thud.
Skylark felt her heart, whispered, "Why is my heart beating so fast?"
The orange cat, thinking this beautiful woman was speaking to her, licked away tears at her eyes.
Skylark then realized she was crying.
How could it be?
She was the most perfect being in the world, the Strongest at the pinnacle of both realms.
In her world, such an immature thing as emotion did not exist.
Yet a sentence kept echoing in her heart.
Originally, it should have been him accompanying you here.
But you lost him.
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In the downpour, the screech of brakes was so sharp.
Su Youxia hit the brakes, staring at the empty rearview mirror, pale-faced.
"Youzhu."
She seemed to have seen a ghost: "Where is Xiao Gu?"
Su Youzhu was stunned as well; the boy who had just been sleeping on her lap had inexplicably vanished, neither of the sisters realizing when he left. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
After dealing with the pursuit of the You Ying Group, they chose to hide at the City of Sin’s border because everywhere was full of resurrected people, those Sinners like ferocious beasts, slaughtering all living things.
Until just now, all the sinners in the city had disappeared.
Flames died, rain poured down.
Once more, it felt like a dead city.
Only a note remained on the back seat.
"Don’t look for me."
It was his handwriting.
This proved that he wasn’t abducted but left on his own.
"Candle Dragon Forbidden Curse."
Su Youzhu murmured softly: "He used the Candle Dragon Forbidden Curse to reverse time."
Damn, this guy just learned the Candle Dragon Forbidden Curse but managed to use it so skillfully.
Su Youxia was about to turn back to find him but froze.
Because brilliant lights illuminated the entire City of Sin.
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In the pouring rain, Gu Jianlin sat on the broken bronze pillar, listening to the sounds in the wind and rain.
The roar of helicopters.
The clash of guns, the drawing of swords.
Combined together.
The brilliant lights pierced the darkness, so dazzling.
What was meant to come, had come after all.
He silently took out a piece of black cloth, covering his eyes, gripping the Qilin Wedge tightly.
Loneliness engulfed him like a storm.
