She huddled in a dark corner, her head buried in her knees, her body trembling constantly.
His heart suddenly tugged, his throat was choked and he couldn't speak, and his eyes were slightly moist and turned scarlet.
The red thread in his hand lit up with red light again. Looking along Luo Wenyu's red thread, he saw that the red thread on his finger was connected to the person in front of him.
In fact, he didn't need the guidance of the red thread, he also knew that the person was her.
They had only known each other for less than half a month, but her figure seemed to be imprinted in his mind.
The original "Shang Longyue" Luo Wenyu barely looked at her, and he didn't even remember what she looked like.
Luo Wenyu walked towards her cautiously, for fear of scaring her.
He came with the light and was now standing in front of her.
The light of the fireball is the only light in this dark world.
The crying gradually stopped, and she seemed to feel something.
Shang Longyue slowly raised her head, her eyes were scarlet as if they were about to bleed.
Looking at her like this, Luo Wenyu's heart ached as if being grabbed by a vise.
She is like a fragile porcelain doll, as if she will break if touched lightly.
The sudden light that appeared in the darkness made her a little overwhelmed.
Her eyes felt a little stinging, but she still stared at the light.
Shang Longyue was like a person who had never seen the light, with curiosity and doubt in her eyes.
"Shang Longyue." He called her name softly, his tone as gentle as a feather falling on a cloud.
After a long time, "You...are you calling me?"
Luo Wenyu, "Yeah."
He probably knew what was going on. Shang Longyue was trapped by her inner demons. If she couldn't break through this darkness, the inner demons would take her place.
She stretched out her hand and pointed at the fireball in Luo Wenyu's hand, "This is the first time I've seen it."
"I'll give it to you if you like it."
The dim eyes showed joy, and the pupils regained some luster.
"Thank you."
She took the fireball from Luo Wenyu's hand, and the fireball floated in her palm. She felt the warmth emanating from the fireball.
Tears fell again. She was obviously happy now, but why was she so uncomfortable?
Those bad memories from the past came back to her again, causing her to think over and over again that the team that went on the mission with her was eventually wiped out, and she was the only one left.
It's like this every time, separation between life and death... happens almost every day.
Many times she questioned herself, why wasn't she the one who died? Why was she the only one who came back every time?
If she could be stronger, she would be able to protect everyone, and no one would die.
There are mixed feelings of self-blame, guilt, and grievance. These emotions that have been suppressed in the heart will explode under the guidance of inner demons.
She was immersed in the dilemma of self-abandonment, powerlessness, guilt, self-blame...
"Why are you crying?" he asked worriedly.
Shang Longyue didn't answer his words, she handed the fireball floating in her palm to Luo Wenyu.
She returned to that dark corner again, huddled together.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Shang Longyue didn't look at him, "You...it's best not to have anything to do with me..."
"I……"
He knelt down and patted her head gently with his hand, "What's the reason?"
"Because... I will bring misfortune to the people around me, and there is nothing I can do to protect everyone."
"so……"
Luo Wenyu, "So is it because of this that you keep me away from you?"
"Um…"
Shang Longyue's mood became unstable. She cried, "I don't want...I don't want to see my companions die in front of me again, but I can't do anything about it."
The world says that time can heal all pain, but that just means suppressing these sad memories in the bottom of your heart. There will always be a moment when these emotions explode.
He sat next to her, "Maybe I'm different from them."
"I won't die so easily."
Shang Longyue was silent for a moment, "Someone said this to me before... but he still left..."
"That's him, not me." Luo Wenyu spoke sincerely.
She raised her eyes to look at Luo Wenyu, and her eyes were attracted to him for a moment, "You...what you said is true?"
"Really." He paused, with a slight smile on his lips.
"If you don't believe me, you can leave here with me and I will prove it to you."
Shang Longyue frowned slightly, and she looked at him hesitantly, "I..."
He stood up and stretched out his hand to her, "Will you come with me?"
Before the brain can react, the body has already responded.
She placed her hand in his, and he held her hand tightly.
It was as if she would disappear as soon as he let go of her.
He looked at her seriously, "I don't know what you have been through, so I won't advise you to do anything."
"Just be yourself. The choice is yours. If you want to leave here with me, I will take you away."
"If you don't want to, I will stay here with you."
He could see from her eyes that she had experienced many bad things.
She was stunned for a moment, "You...why..."
"There is no reason, you just need to make your own choice. No matter what your choice is, I will be with you."
"But am I really worth it? Is it worth it for you to be so..."
"It's worth it." He smiled slightly, "You also asked me that outside."
"No matter how many times you ask, my answer is always the same."
Shang Longyue took a deep breath. She seemed to have made her choice, "Okay, I'll go out with you."
When she first saw him, she hated him a little, but she felt at ease because of his appearance, and her contradictory psychology was constantly entangled.
It wasn't until just now that I finally got the final answer.
The fireball in Luo Wenyu's palm was the only light in the darkness, and his existence was her only hope in the abyss.
The power of the bond between the two is absorbed by the red thread, which strangles the unformed inner demon in the cradle.
The dark world is rapidly disintegrating. Every time a piece of debris falls, there is more light.
When the two opened their eyes again, both parties returned to reality from the deep sea of consciousness.
It's just that she doesn't know what happened. She only knows that she has lost all her feelings.
The red line's shield receded, and the two returned to the ground.
Luo Wenyu supported her and asked, "How do you feel?"
Shang Longyue, "My head still hurts a little, but my sense of touch has returned, as has my sight."
The ghost general and Jiang Wanwan were still fighting fiercely, but now the ghost general was at a disadvantage.
Shang Longyue is Jiang Wanwan's bottom line and the bottom line of her sanity.
As long as it concerns her, she is irrational.
To her, Shang Longyue was like her life. Without Shanglongyue, she was like a fish out of water.