Everything, everything can be turned around by the hand of the goddess from the stars and moon. Tragedy will be rewritten, enemies will be defeated, and calamities will be eradicated.
Even realizing that she would bring disaster to the town, she could only sail away alone.
Forced to leave the orphanage that adopted her, the town where she grew up, the teachers who were always gentle to the children, and every simple resident.
In those still somewhat immature little breasts of hers back then, what she held was still mostly excitement about being able to personally travel the world like the protagonist in a fairy tale, searching for her own paradise, her own Elysium.
Only... only there was no sadness... to the point that the girl, who considered herself human, even once faded away from the emotion called negativity, and all understanding of it stopped at a shallow sense of loss.
Until... [—Jiang Cheng has left you forever.]
[He didn't even see you one last time, nor did he seek your blessing again. He left after saying goodbye, without a trace of nostalgia in his eyes, like a free bird that never yearns for the cage that imprisons it.]
[And what were those people who you invited to the banquet, who came to Jiang Cheng's birthday banquet, doing when the boy was about to leave?]
[—They were applauding.]
[The applause was like thunder, so loud that even you, hiding in the restroom, could hear it clearly. Your back was against the wall, and you could even feel a slight vibration.]
[You were isolating yourself in the restroom, while they were applauding, celebrating the reason for your isolation, and offering blessings that you were unwilling to offer.]
[No words can describe all of this. For the first time, you felt the inadequacy of your vocabulary.]
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35. Only Aili Xiya Still Stays In Place
[If you must describe it, if you must explain it, whether using words as metaphors or anything else, then there is only...]
[—The same as Jiang Cheng.]
[Your mood at this time is the same as Jiang Cheng's.]
[Ignored, disregarded, no one cares about your true thoughts, and no one cares about anything... a feeling that makes you extremely uncomfortable, extremely hateful.]
[You have never experienced such an uncomfortable, such a hateful feeling in your life.]
[Like a small boat in a turbulent wave, completely unable to get the slightest chance to breathe under the pressure of the water, just endlessly covered, crushed, squeezing the whole body, without a bit of room for you to choose.]
[This is just one instance of being ignored. After the applause of blessing ended, they quickly noticed your disappearance, began to look for you, cared about you, and their smiles were not false, even a bit happier.]
[Because that boy who annoyed them, who was always by your side, disappeared.]
[Yes.]
[This is very normal.]
[In their eyes, you are so perfect, so flawless, so unattainable, like a god, even touching you is a sin.]
[Like a fairy, as holy as the daughter of a god, a flower hanging down from the stars and moon.]
[Don't even mention reverie, even looking at you is a great taboo. Being able to be with you, to smell a little bit of fragrance, is a blessing from three lifetimes.]
[No one dares to imagine deeper, no one dares to think like that.]
[Because this is blasphemy, great blasphemy.]
[How can someone as perfect as you be approached? Everyone should be your believer, offering everything under that pink skirt.]
[This is the first reaction of most people, an unimaginable charm.]
[—Even later in Moth Chasing Fire.]
[Suspiciously appearing out of nowhere during the disaster of the second herrscher, few people really dared to attack you, or even harbor different thoughts.]
[Even Mobius only stays in words, although the other party may really want to, but absolutely dare not really do anything to attack you.]
[That is still a concentration camp for geniuses, Moth Chasing Fire constructed by the United Nations. Anyone who can come here is full of talent and willpower. The knowledge of a cleaner can probably be a doctorate at a famous university.]
[Almost the pinnacle of mankind, they will be influenced by the charm like a fairy, intoxicated by the girl's flawlessness, let alone...]
[—These geniuses who are still in their youth were saved by you at the lowest point in their lives.]
[How could they not harbor the idea of a prince saving a princess like in a fairy tale, even if they clearly know their position and dare not blaspheme.]
[What they embrace in their hearts is still the dream of a god saving themselves, saving ignorant mortals.]
[Just one glance and they are completely intoxicated, unable to extricate themselves.]
[Until they found that the boy named Jiang Cheng was following you, until they found that the boy named Jiang Cheng even lived with you, traveled together, and you had never been separated from the boy in your life since childhood.]
[How could...]
[How could it be...]
[How can anyone live with you?!]
[How can anyone blaspheme the gods like this!]
[How is just one Jiang Cheng worthy?]
[Under this perspective, even if a person is talented, as long as they can't completely overwhelm you in some aspect, they are unqualified in their eyes.]
[No matter how great or capable they are, they can only be called a deputy at most.]
[What's more, the boy is not a capable person.]
[Not stupid, not foolish, but in the eyes of these lonely genius politicians and business tycoons, there is no difference from an ordinary person.]
[Even an ordinary person might know how to write the word "effort," but the boy has always been content with mediocrity, willing to live an ordinary life.]
[Although this is what it should be, this is normal.]
[If it weren't for your intervention, this is the life the boy should have lived.]
[Peaceful, secure, happy.]
[Isn't this very beautiful?]
[However, humans are always influenced by impulsive emotions, and people who fall into jealousy can never realize their mistakes.]
[Most people's arguments are always based on having an answer first and then making a judgment. In the end, no matter how much it deviates, it will deviate to the answer they believe in.]
[If Jiang Cheng's superficial identity wasn't your brother, and you hadn't shown any special affection for him, he would probably have been tied to a pyre and burned to death by that group of fanatical, cross-worshipping people.]
[In the past, you didn't think there was anything wrong with this.]
[Or rather, in the past, you had never actually paid attention to these things, and you were always running anxiously, as if something was chasing you from behind.]
[Then...]
Jiang Cheng leaves his own life.
Is it also normal?
The lonely girl walks alone in the hall.
The participants around have been sent back, leaving only the girl alone.
The walls decorated with pink and buntings, the patterns at the corners are like the blooming of hundreds of flowers, and the exquisitely carved decorations highlight the strong girlish heart.
It's really like a fairyland, a perfect Elysium that only exists in fairy tales.
The girl in gorgeous clothes is like the goddess of beauty praised in poetry and music. Her scattered pink hair is like a sea of flowers flying, and the shimmering eyes are as clear as the deep blue of the lake. Her perfect and flawless skin seems to be an intolerable blasphemy even to look at.
Only that lovely face, which anyone can only describe as perfect, and even the most critical person can't find a single point of denial, doesn't have a trace of a smile, and the corners of her lips, which should be outlining a touching smile, are slightly lowered.
Sadness... repression... guilt... unwillingness... Even with the simplest pie chart, even with the most delicate brushstrokes in the world, it is impossible to describe the emotions contained in those eyes.
Even though the boy has already left, the girl's heart has not yet been liberated.
She is still bound by the boy's words, those free words, the smile on the corner of his mouth, the unrestrained eyes, and the invitation lightly dyed and moving in his fingertips.
That was something she had never felt before, something that could never be seen in a bird in a cage.
Unknowingly, that smile can only be seen from the deepest part of her memory, the moment she was rescued like a hero for the first time, the gentle breeze blowing, the boy reaching out his hand, and the touching smile on his face.
Why did it become like this?
Why did the boy even lose his smile?
Ah... ah... ah... This is not difficult to understand.
—Because his playmate has left.
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36. How... How Could It Be This Kind Of Thing?!
Being rejected itself only brings ordinary pain. Simple departure, compared to pain, is perhaps more of a blessing.
Blessing Jiang Cheng for having his own choice,
Blessing Jiang Cheng for finally breaking free from his shackles,
Blessing Jiang Cheng for acting for the first time regardless of other people's wishes.
This should be a good thing.
This should be a good thing, right?
But the boy's ease, that kind of freedom and joy that can still be captured even in extremely stimulating situations, makes Aili Xiya unable to let go.
It seems... that she has become the shackle that binds the boy.
Even taking the boy to travel the world, to see thousands of mountains and rivers, to feel the surging crowds, to feel the beautiful scenery that a person living in a small town would almost never be able to feel, and to experience a wonderful life.
She thought that no one would refuse these things, hate these things, and would be intoxicated by the beautiful natural scenery.
Now it seems that these behaviors seem to be of no use.
It's just arrogant and self-righteous, ignoring other people's feelings, a ridiculous behavior like a clown.
Its essence has no meaning to Jiang Cheng's influence.
The so-called traveling together.
The so-called looking at this beautiful world from more perspectives.
Perhaps, for the boy, the only thing that is truly free is the physical body as an appearance.
The waves in his heart have always been ignored, and no one cares, and he can only let his soul sink infinitely, fall, until he can no longer climb up.
The boy's heart has always been locked tightly by herself, imprisoned in a cage, unable to be peaceful, and not valued, and can only be alone and lonely.
This should also be the reason why Jiang Cheng chose Vil-V.
Always know to cherish after losing.
The goddess of the stars and moon realized all of this with her own personal feelings. After opening the door, facing the empty corridor, the particularly cold fluorescent lights were more real than the hall decorated like Fairymoon Kingdom.