It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Lu Yuanshi raised his head quietly and clasped his hands together.

He seemed to be praying, praying for a miracle that was out of reach.

The wind was blowing fiercely, and her long black hair was flying in the wind, but in that instant, it turned into silver-white like snow.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, enduring some unspeakable pain.

When he opened his eyes again, the usual cunning and gentleness were gone from them, replaced by deep guilt and reluctance.

"I'm sorry..." His voice was low and hoarse, as if every word was cutting his soul.

"But... please forget me."

Please, forget me.

The strong wind blew up the fallen leaves on the ground, making them dance with the snowflakes.

The whole world was so quiet that only that almost pleading request remained.

His ending was destined to be tragic.

No matter how long you delay, you will have to say goodbye sooner or later.

Knowing you, meeting you, is just like a moth flying into a flame...

That little moth keeps flying and flying...

Want to find my own light.

After searching for a long time, he finally found it.

The collapse around him gradually swallowed up his figure, but his eyes always stayed on Xiao Huai.

Because he was trying hard to imprint that face deep in his soul.

The abyss is endless, and you are the only light falling from the sky.

To me, you are the only light and the only salvation.

He murmured in a low voice, his voice almost broken, but with a certain solemn piety.

"Can gods also have faith?" Lu Yuanshi chuckled, his eyes filled with attachment, "I believe in you."

At that moment, it snowed.

The Tree of Life began to sway with countless tiny snowflakes. Each snowflake carried a faint light, like a guiding soul, and slowly floated towards Xiao Huai.

The snow fell silently, with endless tenderness, but also with irresistible power, gradually cleansing Xiao Huai's memory.

Xiao Huai widened his eyes, as if he realized something, and struggled to grab something, but he could only take a step forward in vain, and his hand penetrated the void.

"Lu Yuanshi, don't do this, don't do this..." Xiao Huai's voice was hoarse, but was gradually swallowed up by the falling snowflakes.

He raised his head and tears fell one by one.

"I tell you, whatever you want, I won't let it succeed!"

Lu Yuanshi looked at him, his eyes red, but he said nothing in the end.

Snowflakes fell on Xiao Huai's body, as soft as Lu Yuanshi's touch.

At this moment, Lu Yuanshi knew.

If he could delete a memory once, he could delete it a second time.

Only this time, he deleted——

It's him.

Lu Yuanshi's figure gradually merged into the Tree of Life. As the light dissipated, Chaos no longer existed in the world.

The Chaos God will become an empty code.

A legendary existence.

No one will remember Chaos, no one will remember his love.

On a snowy day, Lu Yuanshi put a coat on Xiao Huai and they kissed for the first time... Those countless firsts quietly turned into nothingness with the falling snow.

The last snowflake fell, and Xiao Huai stood there, silent.

He looked up at the sky, which was still blank, with nothing left except snow.

At this moment, the hall collapsed with a loud bang, broken walls and debris flew everywhere, and deafening sounds filled the surroundings.

I kept hearing the system's voice congratulating me on passing the level.

But he didn't know why he was standing here.

A part of my chest seemed to have been dug out, leaving only pain.

Tears slid down silently, and a chill seeped from my cheeks into my heart.

Just as the boulder was about to hit Xiao Huai, King Zhou grabbed Xiao Huai's wrist and ran out of the hall in a panic.

He was carrying Xuan Ji on his shoulders.

After the three of them had completely escaped, King Zhou stopped and turned back to glare at Xiao Huai, his tone filled with suppressed anger: "Marquis Qinglan, what are you daydreaming about?! You're almost dead!"

Xiao Huai didn't even look at him.

King Zhou originally wanted to scold Xiao Huai, but after seeing the tears in the corners of his eyes, he couldn't utter a word.

In contrast, Xuan Ji seemed to be more awake. She looked at King Zhou with a complicated look in her eyes. Her voice was weak but full of confusion: "Your Majesty... why did you save me? Isn't Concubine Yu's body still there?"

King Zhou frowned, took a deep breath, and said in a cold voice: "The body of Concubine Yu... No, that is not the body of Concubine Yu."

What kind of corpse will never rot?

Human corpses are bound to rot.

Xuan Ji opened her eyes wide, filled with shock and confusion.

King Zhou was silent for a moment, as if forcing himself to face the secrets buried in the past.

His voice was very low, with a hint of bitterness and coldness:

"The Jade Concubine's last wish was for me to let her go and live a good life. She didn't want me to dwell on the past, and she didn't want me to implicate innocent people."

He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with an indescribable complex emotion: "After her death, her body was cremated. But I still can't get over it. I don't want to be the emperor anymore. When I was in the most pain, Jiang Fu found me."

King Zhou raised his head with a wry smile, "He deceived me and caused me to lose some crucial memories."

Xuan Ji covered her mouth and took a step back, as if she had heard some unacceptable truth.

King Zhou turned around and his eyes fell on Xuan Ji:

"Xuan Ji, you were once the shadow of Concubine Yu, but now, you are yourself. Live on, and don't look back."

Xuan Ji nodded slightly with tears streaming down her face.

After King Zhou finished explaining things to Xuan Ji, he found that Xiao Huai was still staring at the ruins with a completely empty look in his eyes.

"Marquis Qinglan, Marquis Qinglan? What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Huai raised his eyes and stretched out his hand. He whispered as if to himself, "When did it snow?"

"Snow? What snow?" King Zhou asked with a frown.

In their eyes, there was no snow at all.

Only Xiao Huai can see this snow.

Xiao Huai walked alone into the snow, and as he walked forward, spots of light began to appear on his body.

The sixteenth-level mission has been completed and he is about to leave.

Xiao Huai walked towards the ruins step by step.

He fell, his knees hitting the stone with a dull thud, his palms pressed to the ground, and bright red blood seeped from the abraded skin.

King Zhou subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to go forward to help him, but he stopped.

Xiao Huai did not wait for anyone to help him, nor did he utter a groan. He slowly stood up, shook off the dust on his robe, and continued walking forward.

The snow is getting heavier.

The snow that only Xiao Huai can see.

His steps stumbled and he fell again and again, but each time, he stood up stubbornly, as if he was obsessed with a goal that only he understood.

"Marquis Qinglan!" King Zhou couldn't help but shout, but Xiao Huai didn't respond, his eyes were always fixed on the front.

When he finally reached the center of the ruins, he knelt on the ground and began to turn over the cold soil and debris with his hands.

His movements became more and more urgent, and the blood on his hands stained the ground red, but he found nothing.

Blood flowed down his fingers and dripped onto the snow-covered ground, reflecting spots of crimson.

His movements gradually slowed down and he stopped with trembling hands.

"Why..." he whispered, "Nothing..."

He raised his head, stretched out his scarred palms, and caught the falling snowflakes.

The snow melted and turned into a drop of transparent water, sliding down his fingertips.

King Zhou stood in the distance, watching the scene, and suddenly felt that he could not get close.

He didn't know what Xiao Huai was looking for, but he felt a suppressed grief. That was the Xiao Huai he had never seen before.

Xiao Huai is a fragile yet stubborn person that makes people feel distressed.

The light around him began to grow dimmer, and the voice of the system could be heard from afar, as cold and clear as some kind of ruthless judgment.

[The 16th floor mission has been completed, please leave immediately.]

Xiao Huai knelt on the ground, the snow was falling heavily.

His heart suddenly contracted and hurt badly.

Because it hurt so much, he couldn't help but let out a low whimper.

But at this moment, a red thread flashed across his left hand.

Xiao Huai's pupils trembled.

He stared at the silk thread. It only flashed by for a moment, but at that moment, he remembered something.

The system sensed that something was wrong with Xiao Huai.

It felt that Xiao Huai seemed to have lost the motivation to move forward.

At that moment, the system space opened automatically.

The props inside kept turning until they came to rest on a rough piece of paper.

A contract.

The contract signed at Redemption Island at that time.

The name of the person who wrote it is fading, but it has not completely disappeared.

The red thread is lightly wrapped around, and fate writes down a promise without regrets.

In a single thought, we will be together for a lifetime.

I swear by writing this that I will live up to my promise in this life.

At that moment, the snowflakes completely disappeared, and the process of erasing Xiao Huai's memory stopped at that moment.

"Lu Yuanshi, you are so stupid. The whole world can forget you, but I won't."

You can't erase my memory.

forever.