The stone steps aren't long, but they are winding. 「Celestial Phoenix」 silently descends the stairs
伝記解放:「精衛」
Right behind me is a cute little girl. She's nimbly following after Phoenix, sometimes close to her and other times far away
The girl didn't say anything, either. Her silence was different from that of the Phoenix guardsmen—the girls were nonexistent people; every move she made had absolutely nothing to do with this world and her voice as well
Aside from Phoenix, her existence meant nothing to anyone.
And in this silent mountain, only Phoenix was able to hear the girl’s quiet whisper.
When Phoenix turned around, a line of long and thin black smoke rose up from deep in the mountains like flowers blooming with ink.
She puts strength into her feet. In an instant, she's moved over ten meters in length...
The girl speaks in a quiet voice.
She appears before me and blocks Phoenix's path. Ink flowers are quietly circling in the sky above her
Phoenix stopped in her tracks, only staring vacantly.
The girl murmured.
The girl shrugged her shoulders, glanced at the black smoke far away and asked further.
Phoenix looked up at the sky and unconsciously nodded.
Phoenix was shocked by those words, and instinctively turned her gaze to the girl’s face.
The girl is looking straight at Phoenix.
Her gaze was very sincere, and her smile brimmed with shame.
Her words were filled with passion, full of respect and trust.
She's...
I feel like he knows her well.
I spent time with them long ago...
I've spent a very long time with them.
Phoenix raises her brow, blinking. She was trying to get a clear look at the beautiful girl in front of them
She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. That wasn’t strange—time was frozen in her world, after all
The girl wasn't real, just one of the countless phantoms created by Phoenix’s wounded brain. But she was all that remained—the illusion appeared and disappeared; it faded away when brightly lit up
—The woman who once killed him with her own hands.
Would there be anyone who understood her more than the person responsible for killing him?
The seemingly nonexistent girl smiles gently.
Phoenix said nothing. However, she knew this voice was coming from within her heart—her emotions hadn’t been murdered for an endless number of years; they were just buried alive and returned after the girl died
The silence felt very long, but when Phoenix opened her mouth to speak it also seemed extremely short. It was as if she had never existed or hesitated at all
The girl closed her eyes.
Phoenix remained silent. A sadness like a summer rain poured down on her heart, unfettered by anything
Finally, she voiced the question that had been weighing on her mind for over ten years.
The girl named Lin Zhaoyu opened her eyes wide and sighed.
伝記解放:「幻像」