I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

Ling Xiao nodded and didn't continue. He had been dreaming about his past very frequently lately, often dreaming that Jieyuhua was holding a book, but he didn't know what she was doing.

In his dream, he seemed to be going up the mountain again and again to pray for something. It was the Buddhist sect that Ling Xiao hated the most. He didn't understand what Xie Yuhua was doing there, but she seemed extremely devout.

It wasn't until today's dream that he realized the book was a novel about himself, and Jieyuhua was revising it, writing something, but many parts, despite being revised, would revert to their original state after a while.

Ling Xiao picked up the torn piece of paper from the ground and found it to be a page of scripture. The ink was still wet, obviously written by Jieyuhua. The scripture was probably for some kind of suppression. It looked somewhat familiar. He rubbed it with his hand, and a corner of the paper curled up.

The glue that was just applied could still be removed. The two scriptures were thin, and the passage describing Lingxiao's death was sandwiched between them.

This piece of paper was the very scripture he had swallowed... The secret he thought would never be discovered turned out to be something someone had painstakingly hidden for him.

"Are you practicing calligraphy today?" Xie Yuhua asked, patting his head.

Ling Xiao shook his head, not wanting to go out. He would pick up a brush and practice calligraphy. He would hold two brushes in one hand and write a character by writing with both brushes at the same time. Xie Yuhua was always amazed when she saw this. It was much better than the street performers at the city gate. So she would always sit obediently next to him and watch him write. He could write not only with his right hand but also with his left. Ling Xiao said that this was his way of exercising his brain.

But he didn't want to write today. However, Xieyuhua was afraid that he would get sick from thinking about things so much, so she led him to look through a few CDs. In the end, Ling Xiao found a copy of "The Truman Show" among a pile of CDs and curled up on the sofa to watch it.

Xie Yuhua watched it with him again and again, her hand tightening with each viewing, until she had almost memorized the lines before finally asking, "Are you leaving?"

Ling Xiao's hand hovered over the replay button for a moment, as if he didn't know how to answer, then he suddenly hugged Xie Yuhua and burst into tears.

But he couldn't say anything. He just wanted to hug someone and have a good cry. He thought that once he had cried enough, he wouldn't feel so sad anymore.

Xie Yuhua felt a pang of sadness. He had thought the child would eventually choose to settle down and stay by his side peacefully. He hadn't expected Ling Xiao to still have the desire to go back. Should he stop him? But the child was free…

Jieyuhua knew that although the kite string was in his hand, the choice was still in the kite's hands. If the kite wanted to stay, it would fly high in his hand; if the kite wanted to leave, it could fly far away even without the string. All he had from beginning to end was the string that the child had given him voluntarily.

“I know…you are free…” Jieyuhua said with a bitter expression.

“I was able to come here because of you… so how could I leave? I’ve been thinking about everything I’ve done. Isn’t it just a Truman Show, a character in a novel? Everything I say and do is scripted, everything is transparent. I just feel uncomfortable with this feeling, but you’re here, you’re with me. Even if it’s a Truman Show, I’ll accept it.” Ling Xiao wiped away his tears, took out the bell, and placed it in Xie Yuhua’s hand.

"The shackles I've wanted to break free from all my life, if you tie them on yourself, and you can still find me in the vast sea of ​​people, then it's all worth it, Xie Yuchen. Find me again in the next life, okay?"