Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 791 Even if I am destined to die tomorrow

[Sixty-one thousand two hundred and eighty-eighth reincarnation]

The soft blue moonlight cascaded down like a waterfall, illuminating the area in front of the wooden house like a dream.

An Ming held the Holy Maiden Sword in his hand and stood quietly under the lush loquat tree.

The sword body was emitting a faint golden halo under the moonlight, interweaving with the soft blue moonlight to form a dreamy glow.

Inside the window, a girl with long snow-white hair was lying on the windowsill, staring at An Ming in a daze. Her pair of blue eyes suddenly widened when she saw the golden holy sword in his hand, which symbolized his status as a saint.

"what?"

Annie was completely confused.

Everything that was originally carefully planned has now become a complete mess.

Annie originally planned to secretly add some herbs into tonight's wine that would allow An Ming to sleep soundly for three days and three nights, and then go alone to face the already predetermined fate.

But she never expected that An Ming would take the holy sword from the altar before her. That was the most important sacred object of tomorrow's ceremony and the focus of the entire Thethys.

This is almost equivalent to the disappearance of the saint. I am afraid that now all the guards in the holy city are looking for her and the holy sword.

"Aini."

An Ming called her name softly, but his eyes were always fixed on the familiar holy sword in his hand.

In countless reincarnations in the past, he held the sword in his hand more than once, and no matter which time, what he needed to do never changed.

Hold the sword tightly in your hand and go to save your girl.

This time, he wouldn't let her bear everything alone.

Annie pouted and jumped down from the windowsill with great skill. Not caring that she was only wearing a thin white gauze nightgown, she threw An Ming directly under the loquat tree.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps between the branches and leaves, shimmering in her azure eyes. There was reluctance in her eyes, but more of an almost stubborn anger: "I won't allow you... I will never allow you to go."

There was no reason. Annie herself knew very well that she could not find any reason to convince An Ming. All excuses seemed so pale in the face of true determination.

Annie let go of her hand, and the two of them lay side by side on the lawn under the loquat tree.

The mottled moonlight flows down through the shade of the trees, not making people feel cold, but rather bringing a slight warmth.

"Aini."

"Um..."

Annie's voice was a little low. She had originally wanted to bear all the burdens alone, but now she realized that such a sacrifice might be another kind of cruelty to An Ming.

Instead of stubbornly pushing him away, it is better to say goodbye properly in the limited time.

"What I want to tell you is that after reaching the end of the stairs, you will see some fragments of the future," An Ming whispered softly. He understood that only the present Aini could do this.

Being part of the memory allows one to glimpse the truth of reincarnation.

"I want to tell you."

An Ming looked at the pair of eyes that were still as clear as before, and smiled gently, "No matter what the end will be in the future, no matter how desperate the reincarnation is."

"At the end of time, I will transcend all predetermined destinies and bring you home."

This is An Ming's promise, said to Annie, and also to himself.

That is the future he must run towards, even if it means forgetting himself, even if it means... giving up everything.

"...Fool."

Aini still doesn't understand the meaning of An Ming's words, but she can deeply feel the heavy love behind them. But at this moment, the only thing she can respond to is...

"An Ming."

"No death allowed."

"I won't let you die alone."

Before she finished speaking, under the cover of the azure moonlight, Annie suddenly turned over, gently pressed An Ming under her, and kissed him deeply on the lips.

Even if she was destined to die tomorrow, at least at this moment, the person she loved most was by her side.

Now Annie is no longer afraid to face her fate.

She already knew.

At the other side of destiny.

At the end of the cycle.

There is him.

The moonlight is like water, and the shadow of the loquat tree gently covers the two people hugging each other. Compared to death... being with you is more important.

The 86,350th Reincarnation

"An Ming?"

Cherry blossom petals slowly fall, dotting the calm lake surface.

The cherry-haired figure pushed open the door when he heard the sound, but was slightly stunned when he saw the person standing in the courtyard.

She had never expected to meet An Ming at this moment.

She never thought that An Ming would come to find her on his own initiative.

Ever since Edo Star, she has been very bad at expressing her feelings. Whether it is facing family affection or quietly growing emotions, she always seems particularly slow.

Ever since arriving in Izumo, Sakura had imagined the scene of reuniting with An Ming countless times in her mind, but when that moment really came, thousands of words were stuck in her chest and she didn't know where to start.

Ying knew clearly that An Ming must be carrying a mission far heavier than that of others. This was clear to her as early as the end of the God-killing War on Edo Star.

She longed to share something with the young man in front of her, even if it was just a little bit of weight.

But all the words turned into silent silence, only the fingertips tightened unconsciously, gripping the cold hilt of Qianying's knife at the waist.

"Sister Ying."

An Ming raised his head and whispered, "You've taken ninety-nine steps towards me, so let me take this last step."

He knew better than anyone that before reaching the end of reincarnation, all the warmth and encounters he had experienced would probably disappear like morning dew.

But even so.

There are always some things that can penetrate the vanity and time and truly remain.

For example, the ninety-nine steps she had taken.

For example, the step he decided to take at this moment.

An Ming didn't hesitate at all. He reached out and hugged the person in front of him tightly in his arms, very tightly.

"An Ming," Ying bit her lower lip tightly, her shoulders trembling slightly, "Are you... leaving?"

For some reason, she suddenly had a premonition that the boy in front of her was about to go to a very far place, so far that she would never be able to catch up with him even if she spent her entire life.

"Yes."

“It’s a long way off.”

An Ming gently stroked Ying's hair, his eyes seeming to be looking towards the end of time and space, "But in the end, we will definitely reach that tomorrow."

No one will be left behind, and it will be a truly happy ending that belongs to everyone.

"If I can't wait for you in this life," Ying didn't cry. She had stopped crying a long time ago. "I will wait for you in the next life."

"Then we will meet again in the future."

"Ah."

Ying nodded slightly, her fingertips brushing against Qianying's waist, as if brushing against a promise.

"See you in the future."

The petals fell, landing between the two people's shadows, like two lines that will eventually intersect again.

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Good night~!