It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

Bai Lin patted herself. It was still early in the evening, and the poet's words were obviously just an excuse to poke her a little. Bai Lin was very clear about this. She adjusted her mood and quickly spoke again.

"After finishing my work, I looked at the sea and felt the sea breeze. It felt really good."

As she said this, she sat down on the beach, stretched out her big butt, and said with a grin,

"Hey, I'm a little tired today. Let's sit down and talk?"

Bai Lin patted the sand beside him, inviting him. The poet glanced at him, then sighed and sat down cross-legged.

Bai Lin would be tired? She was a person with a body of steel, and she was tired after just doing something as simple as today? No one would believe this, let alone a poet. But she agreed. Just as both parties knew the meaning behind the poet's words, her words were also understood by the other party.

That is, "Since you are not used to that kind of atmosphere, let's relax on our own."

"Does what you see in the room give you a bad feeling?"

Bai Lin spoke directly, as she always did. The poet shook his head slightly.

"Some, but not all. What about you? Don't you have any feelings?"

Bai Lin hugged his knees, looked up at the sky, and quickly thought back,

"Yes, but mostly not about me, but about them. Mermaids and princesses."

"Tell me about it, let me hear it?"

Poets are always the best listeners, because they have already foreseen it and are naturally better at tolerance and response. Bai Lin did not hesitate and spoke directly.

"Hmm... As for the mermaids, the situation isn't that far off from mine. It seems pretty common. I'm happy to be able to help them, and I roughly know how to help them and what I can do."

"As for the princess, I'm not sure."

Chapter 988 It’s hard to say

Bai Lin's clear golden eyes reflected the blue of the sea and the night. She turned her gaze to the poet and spoke calmly in a similar cold tone.

"Originally, the princess and the evil spirit who intended to kill her and rebirth her body have miraculously reached an understanding. These two half-sisters... have truly had a difficult life. The story should have ended happily here, a happy ending to the tragedy. But the unexpected events that followed were truly unbearable."

Bai Lin's eyes seemed a little downcast. She looked at her hands and sneered softly.

"Of course, I'm not saying the story itself is bad. I'm saying that if there really is a God, who could write a story like this, is definitely not human. Although perhaps he wasn't human to begin with."

This seemed like a bit of a joke, but the person who said it didn't seem to want to make people laugh, so naturally no one responded. The poet just nodded slightly.

"It's true that things are unpredictable. Tragedy is always around the corner. People like them probably deserve gentle care. But suffering didn't break them; instead, it made them stronger."

Bai Lin smiled bitterly, then shook his head.

"I never thought that suffering is a necessary part of growth. It's just that those who can endure hardship are inherently strong and will become even stronger."

"The once delicate princess, now forced by circumstances to learn combat, dons a knight's armor, all to guard the now-fallen demon who has protected her for so long. It's a beautiful scene, but a poignant one. Learning this, I'm impressed by the princess's inner strength, but even more, I hope she never needs to take up the sword."

"But didn't you throw her down pretty hard?"

"Oh, I regret it too, even if it was only for a few seconds."

Faced with the poet's unexpected interruption, Bai Lin quickly changed her mood and immediately responded in a joking manner. Then, as if she had thought of something,

"Also, her family is actually a magical family, and she's incredibly incompetent as a princess. She seems unable to learn anything. I really can relate to her. But she's also very smart and has learned a lot of other knowledge to enrich herself. I'm not as studious as she is, but I'm forced to learn as I go along."

As he spoke, Bai Lin took a deep breath, calmed his expression again, and looked a little more serious.

"I'm not trying to emphasize that suffering shouldn't happen. Just like the fish people, no matter how hard life is, those who want to live will resolutely face it with their own motivation."

Even if there is pain and darkness ahead, continue to live for the people, things or things you love.

"But after all, we are the ones who are here to take care of them, so I am more concerned. If you, boss, are not here, how can I help the princesses and the others?"

Regarding the princess's incident, the poet had simply used the future vision to have the Dark Knights return with some crucial items from their missions, which the poet then used here. She first restored the unconscious evil spirit to a state where it could function normally, then had Bai Lin, along with the princess and Ling Qing, capture all the infected Perfect People in the room and feed them to the evil spirits.

After the other party recovered some strength, he would take it outside and absorb the part that was "lost" in the sea, naturally healing most of the other party's injuries. So if the poet was not there, Bai Lin had no idea how to act.

The poet glanced at Bai Lin and replied neatly,

"I'll be by your side, so you don't need to think too much - although I've always said this, but obviously you just want to know the answer, right? It's actually very simple, you just have to do your best, just like you have always believed."

Bai Lin rolled her eyes at the poet's nonsense. But everything the poet had said had essentially come true, and she knew it. She'd asked the poet questions simply to chat with him more, perhaps to show her dependence on him and cheer him up.

"What exactly is the Dusk God?"

"You have the answer to this, don't you?"

The poet replied like this. Bai Lin scratched her head and felt a little crazy for a moment. She held her chin up and looked at the poet from left to right.

"Hey, actually, I've been wondering lately if you, the poet, are also the Goddess of Dusk. Even though you're the eldest daughter of another clan, rumors can be vague after all..."

This was obviously a joke, as if Bai Lin wanted to pique the poet's interest in some topics. However, the poet answered seriously,

"...Hard to say."

"..."

Bai Lin leaned back with both hands, looking somewhat powerless, and let out a breath, not knowing what to do. She probably didn't know what to say, and the only topics that came to her mind were things like, "What a wonderful night, what a beautiful night."

The distant bustle still echoed, the warm lights enchanting the two of them. In this harbor, they were like night lights, shining like guiding stars in the lonely ocean. The sea breeze seemed to carry its own breath through the dim lights, framing the current scene.

The sea seemed far away from the shore, yet seemed very close. It was as if they were snuggling together, making this night seem more complete.

Bai Lin tilted her head again, looking at the poet. Then, as if she had thought of something, or perhaps understood something, she lay on her side, a mysterious smile curling her lips as she looked at him. She said nothing more, simply watching everything in front of her quietly.

After a long silence, the poet sighed for the second time in this meeting.

"You really don't have any talent for chatting with others. I was chatting with you seriously, but you told me not to be so serious. And when you started chatting, the topic you talked about was the serious matter that just happened today..."

"If you're not happy with my conversation skills, why not just say so?"

"I'm not dissatisfied, I'm just... I'm a little puzzled as to why someone like you, Saint Son, can attract so many people."

The poet clapped her hands on her thighs and then spread her arms out. She immediately refuted Bai Lin's reply, looking unexpectedly emotional. She shook her head again and opened her mouth, but seemed to be at a loss for words. Bai Lin replied slowly,

"I'm not sure about that either. How about you dig into it? Also, these so-called serious matters. Aren't they just casual chats for us?"

After saying that, Bai Lin rested his head on his hands and looked up at the sky.

Chapter 989 Can you talk to me?

The poet's raised hands drooped. That seemingly powerless movement was filled with helplessness. In the silence between the two, she broke it all with a simple gesture.

She removed her mask. The metallic sound of machinery disintegrating caught Bai Lin's attention. But when she looked toward the poet, she was met with a large black cloth covering her eyes. After peeling back the cloth, the poet appeared before her, dressed only in casual attire, something he'd wear at the beach.

Her eyes, colder than the moonlight, were alive with light, reflecting the myriad lights of the pond and the boundless starry sky above. This adorned her clean, youthful face with the beauty of happiness. Even the corners of her mouth seemed to be etched with a hint of a smile.

A girl of her age should love to laugh.

"Don't you just want me to relax a little? I have fulfilled your wish now."

Why do you have to look at me with such surprise? The poet's second half of the sentence must be what he wants to say.

She ran and skipped lightly, standing on the shore where the waves would roll in. The water, which seemed to be shimmering with a faint blue light, was even more graceful than her steps, and the ripples on it moved and sparkled like stars in the sky.

She seemed to be treading in the night, and above the dome was an endless starry sky. A hazy, detached feeling washed over Bai Lin. It was like a delicious glass of iced sweet wine flooding into her mind, slowly letting herself drift into a state of waking and dreaming, immersed in the wonderful taste.

Yet, she knew with all her heart that the poet was before her, that the lovely girl was real, her long-time boss, a trusted partner she valued. As she watched this scene unfold, she finally realized that her goal had truly been achieved. She couldn't help but smile knowingly.

As for whether the poet is smiling or not, that may not be so important.

When Bai Lin came to his senses, he put away her clothes and followed her footsteps to the edge of the ocean. In this quiet and beautiful scene, the two of them enjoyed a festive time.

But suddenly, Bai Lin leaned down like lightning, and then attacked at the speed of light, directing a large amount of water waves directly towards the poet.

"Since there's a fire-burning competition, it's only natural that there's a water-throwing competition. Here comes the water!"

As she displayed a sly smile, the poet realized what was happening and raised her hand to block the attack. The sudden onslaught of cool water naturally left no one unresponsive. She shuddered slightly, then her expression shifted to a defiant one. Soon, a smile crossed her face as she began her counterattack.

"You actually think you can sneak attack the fortune teller. Holy Son, you're a bit too fanciful!"

The boisterous and cheerful atmosphere immediately overwhelmed the previous silence. No one could have imagined that these two people's emotions could change so quickly. However, despite the swiftness, the scene was not unexpected; on the contrary, it was very harmonious.

From a distance, no one would notice this nighttime water fight between two people on the beach. Compared to the ongoing festival, it was much quieter. But for the two of them, their laughter and joy were getting louder and louder.

However, it didn't last long. When Bai Lin, for the first time, suggested that if the situation continued, the beach might be torn down, and he argued that he had been splashed with water by the poet once more, he dissuaded the situation from escalating. Both of them laughed in relief.

They didn't know when they had moved further away from the settlement, but the joyful atmosphere became even more intense because of the two people's smiles.

"As for the Holy Son, he must have lived by the sea since he was a child, right?"

The poet asked this question, and this time, they were really chatting. Bai Lin also looked at the sea and replied,

"Yes, but it can't be this blue. Seeing it here is a bit novel, but of course I don't feel much. What about you, poet? Do you like the sea?"

Bai Lin looked at the other person. She seemed to have something else to look at than the ocean. The poet nodded slightly.

"I think the sea is nice. In fact, this is my first time seeing the sea in this mood. It's also my first time stepping on the beach. It's soft and cool, and there's a very relaxing and comfortable feeling."

As the poet spoke, her tone gradually softened, as if she was about to fall down and sink freely into the sand. Bai Lin tilted his face slightly and said,

"How likely are we to run into Hai when we're doing business in the future?"

"Not much."

"Then after we retire, we can go there every day and find a place with beautiful scenery and build a beach house. It will be a perfect place for our retirement vacation and make up for the long days of hard work."

Bai Lin spoke with increasing enthusiasm, her fists clenched. It seemed her retirement plans were becoming increasingly ambitious. The poet, however, merely smiled sweetly. The beauty so close at hand instantly froze Bai Lin's gaze, and her fantasies of the future were instantly halted.

"Don't think too much. Just relax tonight."

As she spoke, she unexpectedly took Bai Lin's hands. For a moment, Bai Lin didn't know whether to be surprised that the poet had replied with her words, or surprised that the poet had actually grasped her hands. She couldn't show it, for she had already been completely persuaded by his words. She made eye contact with the poet, taking in the soothing night, oblivious to the slightly frizzy hair she had shed.

The warm light in the distance outlined the curtain for her. The lights of thousands of houses were just like Bai Lin's golden eyes, fascinating. And the latter, like the former, gave his response peacefully.

"Ah."

Following this terse response, as succinct as the night, the poet dragged Bai Lin back to the ground. She had shed her cloak and mask, but she, the poet, remained silent, saying nothing. This time, however, neither of them felt the same emotions as before, and there was no trace of embarrassment.

The lights were bright, the sea breeze still. Even just sitting there, one could draw peace of mind and happiness from this peaceful existence. Even if no words were spoken, the silent communication between the two of them was already a perfect companionship.

After a long while, the poet finally spoke. This was exactly what she had said to Bai Lin earlier: "You don't know how to chat." So, she started the conversation herself.

"If possible, could you tell me about your past, Holy Son?"

Chapter 990 I want to hear you tell it yourself

Bai Lin looked a little surprised when he heard this suddenly.

"Don't you know everything about me?"

"Yes, but it feels different when you say it in person. I also want to know what is most worth talking about in your twenty years of life. Even though I can go through a lot, those details may only be noticed by hearing them in person."

The poet spoke so, her voice was extremely delicate, like the endless night, able to listen to everything and accommodate everything. Bai Lin was also slightly interested, and she immediately replied,

"Okay, I'm not afraid of being embarrassed when I tell you this, since you already know it all. But I can't say whether I can finish it tonight."

Bai Lin then began to recount her story. Starting from her past life, even though it was different from this colorful world, she still had invaluable memories of that past life. As she recounted her story, the poet's expression alternated between solemnity and spontaneous laughter.

The waves on the shore lapping against the poet's brows, like her unbridled smile, adorning her shoulders with countless rays of light. Bai Lin teased her while continuing to narrate the story. She, too, felt she had never opened her heart so openly, sharing her story with a single person.

Language truly has magical power. When someone expressed everything about themselves so clearly and meticulously, without feeling any shame, Bai Lin felt an immense sense of relief. This unprecedented experience gradually flowed from his own mouth, and he also felt the natural feedback from the other person's eyes and eyebrows.

What I felt was a normal teenage response. Chatting, laughing, everything, just like the usual conversations between schoolgirls, like best friends.

Countless hours passed during this conversation, lost in a profoundly lingering mood. When they came to their senses, much time had passed, and Bai Lin's story had reached the day he met the poet. The two of them gazed at the sea, laughing and enjoying the silence brought on by the aftermath.

After a long time, Bai Lin seemed to feel something. Some wishes also arose in her heart, and she said,

"If you're a poet, why not tell us your own story? It feels pretty good."

Hearing Bai Lin's probing words, the poet did not express his opinion, but simply responded,

"Do you want to hear it?"

"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"

Bai Lin replied naturally. Even though they had been together for so long, she was still somewhat curious. Since she had the opportunity today, she naturally had to listen.

However, upon hearing this, the poet simply smiled. Then, she shook her head slightly and stood up under Bai Lin's gaze.

"You'll know when you get a chance. But now, I have to go."

"Huh? Tonight isn't over yet, you can't break the promise."

Bai Lin replied immediately, but her tone was naturally very soft, because she clearly noticed the resolute and serious emotion in the poet's tone of refusal. So Bai Lin also continued,

"It's about time, isn't it?"

"Ah."

"Oh, that's the story I just told you about me. I saw this guy in a restaurant. One second he was crying loudly about something, and the next second his alarm went off, and he wiped his tears and went off to do something else. That's the one. You really are like him now."

"Ah, if you haven't seen the sea much, it's a shame that you didn't see the sunrise at the beach. At least wait until dawn, right? Isn't it too hasty to leave before dawn?"