Absolute Zone Zero: As a corpse, elegance needs no words

But later, she understood something from Xuan Li's various attitudes, and now, she understood it completely.

He came into this world alone, and he had tried hard to forget the past. The blank space of his new life was originally empty.

For Xuan Li, among the colors that are stained by the blank space in his "new life", blue is the largest.

Because in the short time he had in the new world, she, of all people, occupied an absolute lot of space.

The blue color is not used for a long time, but it is the most intense color.

So... to put it inappropriately, Xuan Li was taking the initiative to come to her.

When he first arrived, he hid his deepest emotions, considered himself an "outsider", and never took the initiative to integrate into the world, just letting things take their course.

Xuan Li may invest a lot of emotion in Bombu, small animals, and other things, but he cannot easily do so to people because of his past experiences.

And her existence, the existence of the master, started from that half-joking remark, from when Xuan Li called out "Master" for the first time because he felt it was interesting, and made him slowly move from being a "bystander" to a "participant", willing to invest his emotions in it.

The relationship between her and her master and disciple is also a major part of it. The two sides are moving towards each other from two ends, and the distance between them is more than doubled.

Because of this, this relationship can become more profound...

When did it start to become profound?

When the master-disciple relationship was established? When Xuan Li confessed his identity? At some point during their daily sparring? When he revealed his secret without reservation?

Or maybe... is it this unique experience?

Qingyi wasn't sure, but she had an urgent desire. She didn't want everything to end here. If her experience of being together could be compared to a progress bar...

She felt that there was still ninety-nine percent of things between her and Xuan Li that she had not experienced.

She didn't want to lose this 99%, not even for a minute or a second. The feeling at that moment made her so obsessed.

From the initial confusion, to the rush after the arrival of the white flower and the Book of Tracks, to the tension and anxiety when difficulties arose, to the heartache after understanding the content of the story, to the helplessness of not being able to find the last step...

But now, Qingyi is no longer worried.

Staying forever or something like that will never happen.

She believed in him, believed that he would do it, believed that he would win, and believed that he would bring back the unfinished roads.

She believes in hope and the future.

Qingyi looked at Xuanli steadily, her eyes clear, reflecting his face as she watched him cry.

After coming here, everything she saw was Xuanli's world, even when he looked at herself.

But now, in her eyes, it is no longer Xuanli's world.

But...

Her world.

"This is the first time I see you cry... Disciple... You look so ugly when you cry..."

Qingyi lay in Xuanli's arms, with the flowing red, revealing a faint smile from the heart.

Her voice revealed an unconcealable weakness, and even the last few words were difficult to hear.

At this moment, Qingyi was about to reach the end.

There is no place for her in this world anymore.

As a smile emerged and her inner emotions subsided, a final soft sound fell from her mouth.

"do not Cry……"

"My disciple..."

“The best…”

The falling words were like the withered yellow leaves in autumn.

Falling to the earth, quietly returning to the place where it was born...

Facing the end.

Qingyi's hands dropped weakly and fell out of Xuanli's hands. Her body softened, as if she had lost the last bit of strength. As her face fell into Xuanli's arms, she closed her eyes.

The blood-stained light blue dress had large patches of bright red, and Qingyi looked as if she was asleep, peaceful and gentle.

As the world completely collapsed, Xuan Li fell into a world shrouded in darkness, and the Qingyi in his arms turned into a point of light and dissipated.

Like a butterfly flapping its wings.

Blooming with light...

Flying into the endless darkness.

……