Within an expanse of white, all was empty...
Su Mo stood blankly, his eyes hollow, still holding the posture in which he had cradled Little Girl. He lowered his head slightly, wanting to feel the lingering warmth of the tiny figure who had just been in his arms...
But his arms were empty. Where was that tiny figure now?
Flowers of the Other Shore bloomed, flowers bloomed on the Other Shore...
When flowers bloomed, no leaves were seen; when leaves grew, no flowers were seen. They yearned for and cherished each other, yet never met.
The flower was like Girl, the leaf like Su Mo.
In the end, flower and leaf would never meet...
"No wonder... I clearly saw Flowers of the Other Shore in the illusion within the Divine Realm, yet met another Girl..."
"No wonder... that Girl died the moment she saw me. No wonder the rules of the Divine Realm wanted to slay her..."
"No wonder... no wonder..."
"In the end... flower and leaf would never meet..."
Su Mo opened his mouth, but no more words came...
In this world, that playful, adorable person would never again smile at him so carefree.
In this world, there would never again be a little shadow following behind him all day, calling "Young Master" day and night.
In this world, there would never again be a little girl pestering him for chicken drumsticks and candied hawthorns.
In this world, there would never again be anyone clamoring for him to carry her on his back.
In this world...
There was no Little Girl anymore...
Su Mo simply stood there... stood for a very long time...
"Young Master..."
Su Mo froze. Little Girl's voice seemed to ring beside his ear.
"Girl..." Su Mo abruptly turned, trying to find the source of that