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He finished tidying up and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting.

He could only leave after it got dark, after the ceremony was over, and after everyone had gone to sleep.

He couldn't go to say goodbye to Linglong; he was afraid that if he went, he wouldn't be able to leave.

When it was completely dark, the noise outside finally subsided. The drumming stopped, the voices dispersed, and only the wind remained, whistling softly.

Jiang Xiaochuan slung his bag over his shoulder, walked to the table, hesitated for a moment, picked up a pen, and spread out the paper.

He wanted to write something, but he wrote and tore it up, tore it up and wrote again, until finally only a few lines remained.

It's not that I have nothing to say, it's that I have too much to say and can't write it down, or I'm afraid to write it down, because if I do, I really won't be able to leave.

He pressed the letter under the oil lamp and turned to walk towards the window.

I opened the window, and then I left.

The night was dark, and the moon was obscured by clouds, letting out only a faint light. Using this light, he wandered through the woods, heading in the direction he remembered.

He once went out to collect herbs to look for that cave, but the Ten Thousand Mountains were too big, and he searched for a long time.

He has to go back.

Return to his era, return to Xiaobai's side.

As for Linglong...

He paused, glanced back, and saw that the altar was still lit, dimly lit, like a star.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, then turned and plunged into the darkness without looking back.

……

After Linglong succeeded as the priestess, the first thing she did was to go and share her experience with Jiang Xiaochuan.

She lifted her skirt and ran all the way from the altar back to the house.

The crown on her head was too heavy, and she was panting as she ran, but she was happy. She wanted to tell him that she had become an empress, even though she didn't want to be one, but this was the first step.

Once she has established herself in the witch clan and gained power, she can plan her future, go with him, and go outside to see the sea, the desert, and many other people.

She pushed open the door and called out with a smile, "Jiang Xiaochuan, look at me..."

The sound was stuck in my throat.

The room was empty.

The bedding on the floor was neatly arranged, and the dishes on the table were still there, completely cold and covered with a layer of white oil. The window was open, and the night wind blew in, causing the oil lamp on the table to flicker.

Linglong stood at the door, her smile freezing on her face.

She went inside, walked to the table, and reached out to touch the chair.

The chair was still warm, but when she walked to the bedside and touched the blanket, it was cold.

She walked to the window and looked out, but it was pitch black outside and she couldn't see anything.

"Jiang Xiaochuan?" she called out, her voice trembling.

No one answered.

She called out again, louder: "Jiang Xiaochuan!"

Still, no one answered.

She suddenly panicked, pacing around the room, lifting the covers to look under the bed, opening the closets to look inside, and even lying on the floor to look under the table.

No, not anywhere.

Jiang Xiaochuan disappeared, along with his few tattered clothes and his small bundle.

She rushed out of the house and searched in the yard, in the woods, and in the nearby caves. She called his name again and again until her voice was hoarse and tears streamed down her face, but no one answered.

As dawn approached, she returned to the house and collapsed onto the floor.

His scent still lingered in the room, faint, like grass and trees, like sunlight. She hugged her knees, buried her face in them, her shoulders trembling, unable to cry out.

he's gone.

really gone.

They left without even saying goodbye.

She cried for a long time, until her tears ran dry and her eyes were swollen, before she slowly raised her head.

She saw a letter on the table, pressed under the oil lamp, which she hadn't noticed before.

She scrambled to her feet, rushed to the table, and picked up the letter.

The letter was very short, only a few lines long.

"Linglong, I'm leaving. I'm sorry, I'm not from this era. I came here by accident from the distant future. I have to go back. You should be a good priestess. Don't think about me or look for me. You deserve better people and a better future. Take care."

Jiang Xiaochuan. "

Linglong stared at those few lines of text for a long time, until her eyes blurred and the words became indistinct.

Then she laughed, and tears streamed down her face again.

"Jiang Xiaochuan," she said, her voice hoarse, "you're a real bastard."

You don't even dare to write "I like you".

You don't even dare to write "goodbye".

All you wrote was "Take care".

Take care.

The two words, light as a feather, felt like a thousand pounds pressing on her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.

She folded the letter carefully, so small that it could be hidden in the palm of her hand.

Then she placed it against her chest, against her undershirt, against the skin of her heart.

Then she stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the sky outside that was gradually brightening.

"I will wait for you," she whispered, "one year, ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years... I will wait until you come back."

Linglong began searching for a way to achieve immortality.

She searched through all the ancient texts of the Wu Clan, asked all the elders, and even secretly went outside to find those reclusive cultivators and those legendary secret realms. She wanted to know how a person could live for a thousand years and live until the day Jiang Xiaochuan returned.

But there was no answer.

The elders said that the witch's lifespan of several hundred years was already the limit. The cultivators said that immortality was against the will of Heaven and would incur divine punishment. The ancient texts said that throughout history, those who sought immortality never met a good end.

Linglong didn't believe it.

She studied witchcraft day and night, trying to find a way to prolong her life.

She tried using elixirs, formations, forbidden techniques, and even human sacrifices, but she quickly gave up because she couldn't bring herself to do it.

But none of it worked.

Her cultivation level rose higher and higher, and her sorcery became stronger and stronger, but her lifespan did not increase.

She looked in the mirror at her still young face, yet one that seemed to radiate death, and felt a chill run down her spine.

She couldn't wait a thousand years.

What should I do?

She sat inside, hugging her knees, looking at the moon outside the window. The moon was round and bright, like Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes when he smiled.

She remembered what Jiang Xiaochuan had said: he had never come from the future and knew that she would create a new species, an immortal monster formed from malevolent energy.

"Don't build that," he said seriously at the time, "it will cause an accident."

"What could possibly happen?" she asked.

"Many people will die," he said, "including yourself."

She didn't believe him at the time, thinking he was talking nonsense, but now, she suddenly had an idea.

If... if she could create a life form, a life form that could live for a very, very long time, and then pass on her memories, her feelings, and her obsessions to that life form, wouldn't that be another form of immortality?

That life will take her place and live for a thousand years, until the day Jiang Xiaochuan returns.

Then tell Jiang Xiaochuan that Linglong is waiting for him.

She stood up, walked to the table, spread out the paper, picked up the pen, and began to write—writing about her envisioned witchcraft, the materials she needed, and all her plans and determination.

I wrote until dawn, the paper was full, and the ink was used up.

She put down her pen, looked at the rising sun outside the window, and her eyes lit up.