Chapter 89

Looking at the small and cute Moe in front of her, Meixue could not, no matter what, associate the tiny figure, only a tenth of her height and resembling a small doll, with the gentle dragon that had just embraced her.

Despite the two having almost identical facial features, as if they were cast from the same mold, the small and cute Moe naturally lacked the gentle and all-encompassing aura of the dragon.

The dragon, in human form, possessed everything Meixue had ever dreamed of, as if all the beauty in the world had been gathered into one being.

That warm embrace, the soft chest, and the gentleness that embraced everything like the sea, like a mother, like a lover, like everything Meixue had ever yearned for.

The thousandth love, which came after losing nine hundred and ninety-nine times, was the greatest happiness and the most beautiful memory for Meixue. Everything was so perfect that it almost made her doubt whether it was real.

After losing nine hundred and ninety-nine times, the thousandth perfect love seemed to compensate for the pain of those nine hundred and ninety-nine times, finally making her understand what true happiness was, warming her heart that had been wounded a thousand times.

This time, it was not a sudden "impulse" that would appear out of nowhere, but a sweetness that resonated with her heart before the impulse erupted, a joy of both body and soul merging, accepting each other completely, a miracle that none of the previous nine hundred and ninety-nine loves had ever brought.

This was Meixue's thousandth love, a miraculous love that came suddenly and ended even more suddenly.

The dragon gave her a sincere heart that asked for no promises, opening herself up to Meixue and accepting everything about him in equal measure.

The time they spent kissing and being intimate, perhaps just a few brief moments in reality, felt to Meixue like a lifetime of love and affection.

The dragon showed her everything about her past, revealing the ancient and mysterious primordial world, and the final seven days and seven nights of that world.

Of all this, Meixue could only remember a tiny fraction, as her ability was not enough to interpret such vast information, but the dragon did not force her.

She simply opened herself up to him without any purpose, leading him into her heart without any concealment during the soul-melding ceremony.

Similarly, she entered his heart, feeling everything that belonged to him, the inferiority, insecurity, and terror that had once plunged him into darkness.

This was a part of Meixue's past that no one knew, the gap between his departure from the orphanage and his enrollment at TianTai Mountain Junior College, a nightmare he had never told anyone about.

But even such a Meixue, she accepted completely, embracing everything about him, both the good and the bad, in her arms.

She told Meixue that even if the whole world abandoned him, she would be with him.

She told Meixue that the darkness was not the end, not the destination, but just a part of life, a landscape he had already passed through.

She told Meixue that behind the door he was about to open, there would be a better landscape, a freer sky, a vast world where the stars shone together, and the earth and sea were no longer separated.

She told Meixue that liking and being liked were wonderful things, and that the wisdom sword was not meant to extinguish human nature but to enlighten oneself, so there was no need to worry about love.

If you like, then you like.

If you break up and feel sad, you can use the wisdom sword, or you can choose not to.

Meixue was free, unbound.

How to use the wisdom sword, whether to use it or not, was all up to Meixue.

In the union of love and understanding, Meixue learned many things, but the most important and the most heartwarming was always that one sentence:

"I love you, Meixue."

It was a sentence Meixue had dreamed of countless times, failed countless times, and had always wanted to hear.

In fact, the happiness he wanted was really that simple.

He didn't need storms, he didn't need life and death, he didn't even need flowers and gifts. From beginning to end, what he wanted to hear, what he wanted to gain, was just that simple sentence, a dream.

After failing nine hundred and ninety-nine times, even thinking it impossible to love again, and cutting off all nine hundred and ninety-nine past relationships, the final happiness came unexpectedly.

Finally, someone told him:

"I love you, Meixue."

Finally, someone warmly embraced him, accepting everything about him, and resonating with his heart.

But such happiness was too brief, too brilliant, like a flower that blooms only once in a lifetime, withering before him after a moment of beauty.

Meixue wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry in front of Moe.

Perhaps, it was because he hadn't given up hope?

Perhaps, it was because her last words left a glimmer of hope in his heart.

"Meixue... are you sad?" Moe, seeing Meixue who wanted to cry but couldn't, asked softly.

"Are you... her?" This was Meixue's last hope; he wanted a clear answer.

Moe looked at Meixue in confusion. She had already told him everything she could, the last words her mother, the dragon, had left for Meixue before she disappeared, the only thing she could understand now.

She was her mother, but also her mother's daughter, Meixue's daughter, the daughter born to her mother and Meixue.

She was the last gift her mother left for Meixue, and also the daughter of her mother's mother.

She didn't have her mother's memories, but she could do what her mother couldn't. Because her mother couldn't, she was born to be with Meixue.

She was Moe, neither human, nor god, nor saint, nor heaven, nor earth. Her race was not the dragon, but "Hongmeng."

She was Meixue's, forever, the only Moe.

What should she do in such a situation? Although she had no past memories, her mind was a blank slate, but seeing Meixue in such pain and sorrow, Moe felt something stirring in her heart.

Was this the feeling of "heartache"?

If it were her mother, what would she do, how would she act?

Without thinking, Moe's small body, along with the eternal lamp in her hand, floated into the air, and then she kissed Meixue's lips.

There was no reason, and she didn't know why, but Moe instinctively knew that this was the only way to stop Meixue from crying.

Her sweet tongue gently slid into Meixue's mouth, stopping all his words.

This was Moe's first kiss, and her small face turned slightly red, as if some indescribable emotion was surging in her heart.

"I... will always be with Meixue..." Holding the eternal lamp, Moe's big eyes were filled with a determined look that made Meixue's heart ache.

Ah, how undignified, to be comforted by such a small girl, perhaps even his own daughter. Meixue wiped his eyes, and his gaze became resolute.

Yes, he couldn't give up here. The dragon's last words couldn't be empty words; there must be some hidden meaning.

Perhaps he couldn't understand it now, but as long as he kept moving forward, he would surely understand what she wanted to tell him in the end.

Seeing Meixue's spirit restored, Moe's small face also regained vitality.

She lifted the eternal lamp in her hand, looking at the land mostly shrouded in eternal darkness, and softly spoke the most important words for this world:

"Moe says, let there be light."

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