Infinite flow: The non-African's partner is the European emperor

Zhou Xing watched the two people return to the house. After a long time, he walked inside with heavy steps.

From the moment he entered the illusion, he could fully feel Munashe's emotions. The surging emotions made him feel endlessly suffocated and even wanted to escape.

Resonating with him, it was like two completely different souls were entangled.

The furnishings in the house are simple and quaint, clean without a trace of dust, yet full of loneliness and solitude.

The withered vines in front of the half-open window, the teacup on the table, the stagnant candlelight. In an instant, it was night outside and it was pitch black.

Zhou Xing looked around and finally found the boy in a small corner.

He was wrapped in a furry cloak, like a small white ball of fur. He held a small knife and a piece of flawless white jade in his hand, on which he was carefully carving.

Soon, the general shape of a flower emerged.

Zhou Xing recognized the flower as the Munashe at a glance.

Perhaps the flower carved from white jade was what the Snow Leopard wanted him to find.

This time, Munashe did not appear again, as if the illusion in the house had become a dream of the young man alone.

He squatted in the corner and carved the flowers in his hand. When the moonlight outside poured in and fell on him, he felt something. He ignored the carving knife in his hand, stumbled to the door, knelt on the corridor, and the moonlight fell in front of him.

"Munashe..." The young man stretched out his hand to grasp the moonlight in front of him, but he couldn't grasp it at all.

He was completely different from the boy Zhou Xing had seen before. He was not as dull and lifeless as the one he had just seen. Now he looked more alive.

He tried hard to catch the bright moon in the sky, but he could not possess it no matter what.

Finally, he seemed to give up and sat on the floor, bending his legs, hugging his knees, staring at the moon in a daze.

This time there would be no one to pick him up from the cold floor from behind.

"Munashe."

The clouds next to the bright moon dispersed, revealing a sky dotted with stars, some small and some large, all very far away and untouchable.

"Munashe said that every star has its own soul and is alive." He whispered in a low voice, not knowing who he was talking to, and he never stopped.

"Ming lied to me. He said Munashe was a seed, but he was obviously not. He was a star that fell from the sky. But I buried him in the soil as if he were a seed, and let him bloom. I am so mean."

He actually didn't know what was bad.

But he felt that as long as it was not good to Munashe, it was bad, because Munashe often said so to him, saying that Yao was a bad boy, disobedient and naughty.

He was afraid that Munashe would not want him, so he had to be obedient and behave himself.

But Munashe still didn't want him.

Zhou Xing felt the air stagnate for a moment, as if there was some invisible thing existing in the dark.

The clouds covered the stars again, and along with the moon, blocking all of its cold moonlight, unwilling to give it to those who were looking at it.

Snow began to fall from the sky, spreading from small to large snowflakes, and soon the temperature turned cold.

"It's snowing. We need to go home." The boy immediately ran into the house, closed the door, wrapped himself in his cloak, and continued carving his flowers.

Time keeps repeating like this.

He didn't eat, drink or sleep, and seemed to feel no fatigue at all.

When the moon came out, I would run out to see it. When it snowed, I would go back into the house. When there were stars, I would talk to them. The three words "Munashe" would always be present in every word.

He was like a little animal abandoned by someone, guarding under the eaves, waiting for his master to come home.

One winter, two winters, three winters…I can’t count how many winters have passed.

His life seemed to have stopped at this moment forever. The door of the courtyard was always closed. He never got close to it, but was waiting for someone to push it open.

Zhou Xing tried, but he couldn't leave the door and was trapped in this dream with the boy.

He was confused and puzzled for a moment. What exactly did he want to see? Or what did he want to know?

Is it related to Munashe or to this young man named Yao?

An indescribable depression rose in his heart, causing Zhou Xing to touch his chest subconsciously. Then he felt a hard edge, which was where he had placed the mirror on his chest.

The mirror can be made smaller, smaller than the size of a palm, and fits perfectly on the chest. Perhaps it’s because it has been there for too long and I’ve gotten used to it.

He placed the mirror in the palm of his hand and dripped a drop of blood on it. Xie Fei's figure appeared on the mirror.

In a vast snowy world, he stood in the wind and snow. Although he couldn't even see his face clearly, Zhou Xing could see his eyes clearly.

Zhou Xing had never thought that he would miss someone so much, the way every blood flow in his body and every beat of his heart pulse were missing him.

Trying to suppress it will only make the feeling stronger and more unstoppable.

At this moment, Zhou Xing seemed to understand something and looked at the young man under the eaves.

They seemed to be in the same mood at the moment, both missing someone so madly.

It's snowing again.

The boy returned to the house, having finished carving the flower.

The carving knife slid across the branch, and the last stroke the boy carved on it was the name Munashe.

"Creaky." The door outside was pushed open.

The person who came was not the one the boy was waiting for.

The woman was wearing a red dress and a light yellow shawl on her arms, floating in the air.

She came walking in the wind and snow, her face covered by a veil. There were no traces of her footsteps on the snow, as if it was floating.

"He's not coming back."

She stood at the door of the young man's house, not setting foot on his territory. She just said in the calmest and most indifferent tone: "A few years ago, the sky tilted and the Milky Way fell into the Forgotten River. A crack was about to swallow up the entire world. The gods used up all their power and barely patched up the sky. Within half a month, the crack opened again."

The boy carefully held the carved flower in his arms, his clothes a little messy, and walked barefoot to the eaves, and asked: "And then?"

"We need a stone to mend the sky." The woman only said the simple first sentence, and the boy understood what she meant.

Tears unconsciously slid down and fell on the jade flower in her arms.

"No stone is more suitable than the Eternal Star Stone." The woman's eyes trembled for a moment, as if she couldn't bear it, and finally sighed and said, "Yao, this is his own choice."

"No... Impossible..." Yao ran directly to the woman, stepped on the cold snow, and cried, "Mu Nashe will never abandon me! He won't!"

"He didn't abandon you." She reached out and hugged the boy, patting his back gently and comforting him, "He is still here, but I can't see him anymore."

"This is different."

Munasa who can’t appear, Munasa who can’t talk to him, Munasa who can’t hug him…

Yao couldn't bear this kind of blow at all. His entire soul seemed to be torn apart and shattered into pieces. He wished he could merge with the world.

"Before he left, he erased Cangshan from space, so no one can find the existence of Cangshan, and you inside can't feel any changes in the outside world. Yao, your time along with the entire Cangshan has been stopped. This is the eternal way of Munashe."

"The moon and stars that appear every day, the snow that falls every night, are the dreams he built for you. You can't feel the flow of time here, and you will remember him forever."

"I came here today to take you away, away from Cangshan Mountain, away from Munashe."

She used the most gentle language to speak the cruelest words, and remained unmoved even though Yao's tears wet her clothes.

"Where is he?"

"The sky and the earth are hanging upside down, the mouth of the Milky Way is frozen, and beneath the abyss lies the eternal realm that no one can approach."

"He is in a place that even the gods cannot reach."