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The sun has set.
It was another long night that could end with a split second of sleep.
Xie Lian looked to the ceiling in his room.
He felt cold, empty, and useless; these emotions stirred up inside of him, just waiting to spill.
He has never expected this to happen.
If only he had been more composed and mature, maybe—just maybe—this wouldn't have happened.
But now he cannot undo what has been done.
With Feng Xin leaving and his parents' dead bodies hanging in the living room, At this moment, he truly felt alone, but he must at least give his parents a grave.
He might not succeed as a crown prince, as a son, or as a god. But he will still try his best to honor his parents with the last energy he has.
At least, that's the only thing he can do after disappointing and failing everyone around him.
Morning arrives, and Xie Lian has woken up.
He went to the kitchen in search of food.
He was about to call for his mother when he remembered that his parents were gone.
Once again, guilt stirred in his heart.
While in search of food, he came across his mother's cooking. Even though it looks and tastes awful, this will be the last time he gets to eat his mother's cooking, he thought to himself as he ate his mother's cooking spoon by spoon.
Even if he wanted to puke, he forced himself to keep eating it.
At last, he finally finished the food.
Thus, he went to the living room and unhung his parents' corpses.
He then laid them on a mat, closed their eyes, and put a white blanket over them.
The next thing he needed to do was look for a shovel and start to dig after finding the perfect place for his parents to rest.
After he finally made the grave for his parents, the rain started to descend beneath the clouds.
So he dropped the shovel and let the rain pour at him, letting his thoughts control his mind as he closed his eyes.
The sudden flashbacks suddenly regained his memory: Xie Lian getting stabbed 100 times; he cried for help, yet his voice was so subtle that no one could bear to hear it.
The rain started to pour harder and harder.
The cold rainwater pouring down on him didn't help him calm down.
Xie Lian continued to cry for help, but it was all in vain.
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No one can comfort him...
because everyone has left him. Xie Lian thought to himself that he was truly alone this time.
His heart felt like it was about to explode with all the emotion stirring inside.
He felt like crying and laughing at his current poor fate.
Fate was truly cruel. But there was nothing that he could do to stop it. How foolish was he all this time?
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When Xie Lian finally snapped back to reality, the pouring rain had stopped.
At that moment his hair and clothes were drenched and disoriented.
But he couldn't care less and by the time he went back to his small hut, he flopped to the floor and went to sleep.
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Thus it was morning again.
Today is the day Xie Lian will bury his parents.
His robe had dried, but his hair was still messy, but that didn't matter.
A few moments have past since Xie lian carried his parents to their resting place.
After a few moments of walking, he had arrived.
Thus, he placed his mother and father at their graves and payed his respect before burying them back to earth up to heaven and hear their crying soul. As they cried theyre pain slowly it vanished and they accept them
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As morning arose from its slumber, the sound of birds chirping woke Xie Lian.
As he opened his eyes, he rubbed them due to crying in his sleep.
He had his head hung low as he wiped his tears.
His current state is one of a frail body with his hair all over his face.
Xie Lian took a glance at Ruoye, who was wrapped around his arm; his thoughts were slowly consuming his mind.
He couldn't take it anymore; he was shaking very badly due to his decision.
But it was final; he was sure of it. Thus, he grabbed a chair and tossed rope at the top of the roof.
He then stood up and went toward the chair.
He held on to the chair for dear life since his body was fragile from not consuming food for the last couple of days.
He then climbed up the chair and looked up to see a beautiful silver, translucent butterfly gently landing on his head; he was mesmerized by it.
So he signaled the butterfly to land on his palm and softly
said
,"Hey, I'll be fine."
"Don't worry; when I'm reborn into this world, I'll come and find you again."
And lastly he made the butterfly fly away.
Finally, Xie Lian put his head towards the hole he made and kicked the chair.
He was suffocating, and tears were falling as Ruoye was shaking badly due to Xie Lian's decision.
"I'm sorry."
was Xie Lian's last word as he finally lost his consciousness.
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It's been two days since Xie Lian committed suicide.
His lifeless body was still hanging on the ceiling.
fragile and cold.
Hua Cheng hurriedly tried to find Xie Lian after receiving his butterfly back.
He was hoping that it wasn't too late to save his god, his only hope of living and surviving.
In truth, when he received the message from the butterfly, he was terrified.
He saw the rope hanging there, and he knew what his god wanted to do.
Hua Cheng was out of breath; he was slowly going to lose his consciousness until he found a shrine, but not exactly a shrine; it was a hut to be exact.
Hua Cheng slowly walked towards the hut and saw the door open.
He tilted his head out of confusion but then knocked. No one answered, and he then suddenly smelled something inside the hut; he hurriedly opened the door.
What he saw made him drop to his knees, screaming in agony, and crying.
Tears begin to roll down his face. He was too late...
If only he got here faster.
He was useless in this state.
He failed to protect his god.
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Some time has passed.
Hua Cheng was still kneeling near Xie Lian's lifeless body.
He felt so weak and useless.
In this moment of daze, he realized the only thing he could do for his god was to at least honor him and make sure his life and legacy would not be forgotten.
Hua Cheng swore to the heavens above and the underground below that he'd make everyone remember Xie Lian's legacy, and he swore to find him again.
He'll find him, how many regressed or how many reincarnation, he'll always find a way to meet his god.