Chapter 74

"Xiaxia!" Xia Xia's mother, hearing her daughter's cries, naturally became distracted, and the consequence of her distraction was that she quickly fell into a disadvantage in the fight.

The assassin knew that upon hearing the gunshot, the guards would definitely have rushed over, so she had to end the battle quickly.

Thinking of this, the assassin immediately drew out the hidden dagger and made a move to throw it at little Xia Xia.

"No!" Xia Xia's mother naturally tried her best to stop her.

As Xia Xia's mother protected little Xia Xia, the assassin continued to slash at her, leaving more and more wounds on her body. Suddenly, a figure rushed out from behind a nearby tree.

"Don't hurt Mom, you bastard!" The figure was Xia Xia.

Xia Xia rushed to the assassin, but the assassin seemed completely unaware of Xia Xia's presence and continued to fight with Xia Xia's mother.

Xia Xia kicked the assassin, hitting her accurately, but it was as if the assassin was an illusion, and Xia Xia's foot passed right through her body.

So the assassin continued to fight with Xia Xia's mother, leaving even more wounds on her.

"Don't hurt Mom, don't hurt Mom!" Xia Xia fiercely attacked the assassin, but it was as if the assassin was a phantom that didn't exist, and Xia Xia couldn't touch her at all.

In fact, the assassin was just a phantom in this illusion, including Xia Xia's mother and the crying little Xia Xia nearby. They were all part of this illusory world, created from the most unforgettable scenes in Xia Xia's memory by the Lost Crystal.

So Xia Xia couldn't influence the illusion at all. Everything had to proceed exactly as it did in her memory, and no matter what Xia Xia tried to change, it was impossible to succeed. She could only watch helplessly as the tragic scene unfolded before her eyes.

Seeing that she couldn't touch the female assassin and that her mother was about to collapse, Xia Xia immediately ran to her younger self and shouted.

"Pick up the gun, quickly! Pick up the gun! If you just pick up the gun and shoot, Mom won't die! Please, pick up the gun!" Xia Xia knew that her younger self couldn't hear her, but she still shouted desperately.

Xia Xia tried to pick up the gun herself, but she couldn't. Her hand passed through the table as if it were an illusion.

Little Xia Xia didn't realize that there was an older version of herself that she couldn't see. She just cried instinctively, letting her mother's injuries worsen without picking up the gun nearby to help.

Little Xia Xia didn't know how this event would become her heart demon in the future, making her cry out in her dreams countless times at midnight!

But the older Xia Xia beside her knew very well that as she grew older, the guilt would only grow heavier.

"If I had picked up that gun back then, Mom wouldn't have died." Xia Xia thought this countless times.

Guilt gnawed at Xia Xia's heart like a venomous snake.

"Ah!" Xia Xia's mother let out a scream from a distance.

The assassin's dagger pierced her chest, but as the assassin tried to pull it out, Xia Xia's mother tightly grabbed her hand.

"I won't let you hurt Xiaxia." Xia Xia's mother, with blood streaming from her mouth, grabbed the assassin's hand and wouldn't let her go.

"Let go, let go!" The assassin kicked and hit Xia Xia's mother, and the guards were already running over. She had to kill the little girl and leave immediately.

"In your dreams." Blood gushed from Xia Xia's mother's chest, quickly covering the ground, but she still held the assassin's hand tightly with her last bit of strength.

"Mom!" Little Xia Xia cried even louder.

"Mom!" The adult Xia Xia, sobbing, ran to her mother's side, tears streaming down her face as she saw the scene that had haunted her dreams countless times.

Unfortunately, the Xia Xia's mother in front of her couldn't see her grown-up daughter. She was using her last bit of energy to protect her young daughter.

Finally, the assassin broke free from Xia Xia's mother's grip, but the guards had already arrived and drawn their guns, shooting at the assassin.

The assassin, hit in the shoulder, had to flee quickly, unable to kill Xia Xia.

Xia Xia's mother, lying on the ground, looked at her crying daughter nearby and finally closed her eyes with a smile.

"Mom, Mom!" The adult Xia Xia, witnessing her mother's death again, sobbed uncontrollably.

Even Qingye, hiding in the tree nearby, was silent for a moment.

In her sobs, Xia Xia tried to touch her mother, but her hand passed through her mother's body as if it were an illusion.

Xia Xia herself had already realized that everything she saw might just be a memory from deep within her mind, but even if you know something is fake, you can't face it calmly.

Xia Xia cried and cried until she finally fainted.

Suddenly, the scene changed.

First, everything went black, as if the TV had changed channels, and then everything reappeared.

It was still the small forest near the mansion, and the chairs and tables were still on the open ground in the forest.

The difference was that there was no Xia Xia's mother who had just died, and no little Xia Xia.

There was only the adult Xia Xia lying on the soft grass, sleeping quietly until she woke up.

Xia Xia, getting up from the grass, looked around blankly. She remembered everything that had just happened, but she also knew that everything was starting over. This wasn't the first time; she had experienced this cycle countless times.

Sure enough, not long after, a little girl's clear laughter came from a distance, "Mom, catch me!"

The words were exactly the same as before, just like the little Xia Xia from her childhood.

"Xiaxia, be careful and don't fall," Xia Xia's mother's doting tone was also unchanged.

Everything was predetermined and would happen again.

Her mother died to save her, and she could have changed her fate by just reaching out to pick up the gun, but she did nothing except cry.

Xia Xia would witness this again.

And this cycle would continue indefinitely, making her relive the most painful moment of her life, trapping her in her own memories until her mind couldn't bear the pain and she would collapse, even die.

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