She became a god

"Tick-tock, tick-tock".

The water accumulated on the eaves meandered down, landing on the bluestone floor and splashing onto the young man's clothes.

It's unclear how long the young man waited, but the door finally opened.

Princess Xu Yao smiled and looked at the young man, "You shall fulfill his last wish!"

Having said that, Princess Xuyao ​​refused to say anything more and gracefully departed.

The young man struggled to look into the room, scanning the rosewood bed, but he didn't see his younger brother's thin figure.

In an instant, all sorts of bad thoughts flooded her mind. Without thinking it through, she instinctively rushed in, only to bump into a young boy.

The young man, with his black hair half-tied up, red lips and white teeth, called out with a smile, "Sister."

It was her critically ill younger brother, Lin Jingchuan!

"Did Princess Xu Yao feed you the Dew of Everlasting Spring?"

The boy nodded, "Big sister, will you take me to see the sunset and wait for the sunrise?"

The boy used to love pestering her to watch the sunrise and sunset, but she was too busy.

During his youth, Lin Jingxi was busy managing clan affairs and making money.

In his youth, Lin Jingxi was busy escaping the Xue family and leading the Lin family to establish a firm foothold in Yu Guoli.

She's too busy.

Sunrise and sunset are such ordinary sights, how could she possibly waste her time on them?

But this is her younger brother's wish, how could she not grant it?

Yushan is the highest mountain in the southwest of the State of Yu.

At the summit of Jade Mountain, the young man naturally nestled in the young man's arms.

"Sister, isn't the sunset beautiful?"

"nice."

"do I look good?"

"nice."

"Which is more beautiful, me or the sunset?"

"you."

The boy giggled, lowered his head, and rubbed his tender face against the young man's hand.

"I'm so pretty, will my older sister always remember me?"

The young man patted the boy's head with great affection. "Yes."

The young man smiled contentedly, raised his smiling face, and placed the young man's hand on his face.

"Sister, you must see me clearly and remember what I look like."

"I've practiced in front of the mirror countless times, this is my best look."

Tears welled up in the young woman's eyes, but she suppressed her pain and gently stroked every inch of the boy's face.

"I'm remembering."

The young man smiled gently and lay down on the young man's lap.

The golden crow gradually retreated, handing over the stage of the sky to the bright moon.

"The moon rises bright, and the beautiful woman is graceful. Her figure is elegant and charming, and my heart is troubled."

The moon rises bright and clear, and the beautiful one is captivating. I feel a mix of emotions, yet my heart is troubled and anxious.

The moon rises and shines, a beautiful woman is radiant. Her beauty is radiant, yet my heart is filled with sorrow.

The boy hummed a song called "Moonrise," but his eyes never left the young man for a moment.

"Sister, you are my bright moon."

The young man cupped the boy's face in his hands and solemnly asked, "Then are you a star that lives for me?"

The boy nodded, then shook his head.

"The bright moon is the meaning of the stars' lives, but the stars will always fall."

The young man could no longer hold back his tears, which fell drop by drop onto his youthful and beautiful face.

The boy stuck out his tongue, caught a teardrop, and tasted it. "It's so bitter. Sister, why are your tears bitter?"

The young man chuckled, "Do you think tears are sweet?"

The boy said arrogantly, "I don't care, I just want my sister to shed sweet tears."

"Silly girl, sweet tears are happiness..."

The young man suddenly fell silent, as if he had understood something.

The boy smiled slyly, "I just want my sister to be happy forever!"

"why?"

Because my sister is unhappy because of my happiness, but I don't want to be happy, I only want my sister to be happy.

But the young man was ultimately selfish; he didn't want to admit or dare to face how much he owed his older sister.

He just wanted to let loose and stop suppressing his feelings.

So, when the moon was obscured by dark clouds and the sky was shrouded in darkness, the young man shouted, "I love you."

Seemingly feeling that one repetition wasn't enough, the young man tirelessly repeated the exercise until he had no strength left.

Sister, I love you.

But this relationship was destined to remain hidden from the public eye.

Before the young man could receive a reply, dawn broke.

As the first rays of dawn shone on the young man, he softly collapsed into the young man's arms.

The young man waited a long time, but never heard the next "I love you".

Before the boy could ask her who was prettier, herself or Chaoyang, she was left speechless.

She could wait for nothing more.

The boy died quietly, without any struggle or pain.

The boy's face was serene, as if he had gained immortality in his sleep. He remained in his most handsome years and would never worry about becoming ugly or old again.

……

"Oh, the lovelorn mortal!"

011 couldn't help but be moved by the young man's devotion.

Ye Qingzhou sighed, "Isn't it a kind of happiness for a man to die at the moment when a woman loves him the most?"

011 nodded repeatedly, "Lin Jingxi is so pitiful. Although she seems to have power and status, she has lost the man who loves her the most."

Ye Qingzhou said, "What is love in this world that makes people willing to die for it?"

011 said, "You're really acting on emotion, wasting half a bottle of Everlasting Dew just to keep Lin Jingchuan young for eight hours."

Ye Qingzhou laughed and said, "Weren't you moved by him just now? I only gave him sixteen hours."

011 said irritably, "Do you think it's too short? Time isn't something you can just move around."

Ye Qingzhou shook her head, "It's not short. At least it gave him enough time to confess."

011 suddenly asked, "Why did Lin Jingchuan initially ask Lin Jingxi to forget him, but later wanted Lin Jingxi to remember his best appearance? That's too contradictory."

Ye Qingzhou explained, "He loves her and doesn't want her to suffer, so he hopes she will forget him."

"It is precisely because he loves her that he does not want to disappear from her life and wants to become the most beautiful memory in her mind."

011 was speechless. "All this love-hate stuff is so troublesome."

That's because love is both selfless and selfish.

011 was stunned. "How do you know so much?"

Ye Qingzhou smiled gently, "When I smuggled myself into another time and space, I spent some time in the divine realm of love and beauty, and was fortunate enough to comprehend some of the laws of love and beauty."

011 gasped, "You even have insights into the laws of psychology and emotions when you're smuggling yourself in?"

Ye Qingzhou nodded. "The laws are everywhere, yet nowhere to be found. If one is fortunate enough to comprehend them, one should cherish them."

011 fell silent.

Ye Qingzhou smiled, then suddenly said, "011, should I call you Wanjun?"

Since things had come to this, 011 said frankly, "Okay, although I don't like this name, that's what they all call me."

Ye Qingzhou said, "Didn't you give yourself a name? Judging from what you're saying, the name Wanjun doesn't seem to be your original intention."

"Wan Jun is a name a bad guy gave me, and it got around, so everyone calls me that now. But I prefer to call myself Chen Zhou."

A sunken ship, a ship that has sunk.

A thousand sails pass by the sunken ship, silently watching the world continue to develop, while only oneself remains in the same place. This name truly fits the meaning of "despair".

Ye Qingzhou smiled and said, "Chenzhou, good day!"

Chen Zhou coughed awkwardly, "Qingzhou, good day!"