She calmed her breath and focused her mind.
Fate began, fate ended, and fate was finally exhausted; flowers bloomed and withered, all returning to dust.
When she opened her eyes again, Fu Hua was still that strong, composed person who always maintained a stern expression, just as she had always been.
She no longer wanted to gain anything.
Because everything gained would eventually be lost.
Time was the eternal enemy. It always moved forward on foot. You could run or fly, but once you stopped, it would still proceed at an unhurried pace, walking at a constant speed. One day, it would catch up to you and take everything away.
For ordinary living things, that day was called death.
But she was Fu Hua. What she faced was far more terrifying than death: the curse of loss.
Her life had been a life of loss.
When lost in wild thoughts, time always passed quickly. Fu Hua opened her eyes to find the familiar St. Freya once more.
At last, they had returned.
Similar feelings surfaced in their hearts. It was as though they had already regarded this peaceful, tranquil academy as home. Returning here gave them the reassuring feeling of reaching a respawn point.
"Where should I drop you off?"
Fu Hua replied, "Looking like this, of course you should take me home first. Your motorcycle can fly anyway, so just toss me through the window."
She had not actually invited him inside for a visit.
The motorcycle let out a deafening roar, like an exploding meteor streaking through the sky. People along the way looked up, and the scene on the motorcycle was immediately laid bare before them.
Zhao Bai had not considered that.
Tonight, the news would spread throughout St. Freya Academy. By this time tomorrow, fanfiction