The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

This time, Jiang Liyu's voice was not loud.

But all the instruments in the ward started vibrating at the same time.

A burst of cyan spiritual energy erupted from her body.

Li Xiaoran was pushed back several steps by the blast wave, her back hitting the wall.

Jiang Liyu rose from inside the cabin.

The special liquid slid off her body, and before it even touched the ground, it was sliced ​​into a mist by the cyan sword intent.

She stood barefoot in mid-air.

Beneath their feet, an illusory longsword gradually solidified.

"Uncle...Aunt..."

Li Xiaoran looked up at her, her sadness suppressed by shock.

"You've become an immortal?"

Jiang Liyu did not answer.

She raised a finger and pointed to the wall with the window.

"broken."

A flash of blue light.

The wall was sliced ​​open by countless tiny sword energies, the bricks and stones turned to dust, revealing the sky outside.

Jiang Liyu turned to look at Li Xiaoran.

"Give directions."

Azure spiritual energy descended, enveloping Li Xiaoran.

Li Xiaoran's body lifted off the ground, and her limbs instinctively curled up.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

"Auntie, I'm afraid of heights!"

"Give directions."

Jiang Liyu's voice remained calm.

But that calm was suffocating.

Li Xiaoran dared not delay any longer and quickly said:

"Wuling Mountain in the east of the city!"

"The Ye family bought that area; there's only my uncle's grave on the mountaintop!"

"Whoosh—"

A bluish light streaked across the city sky.

In less than half a second, the two had already appeared on the top of Wuling Mountain.

There are no trees on the mountaintop.

There were no extra buildings.

There was only one solitary grave standing on a large expanse of cleaned land.

Jiang Liyu landed.

The city lights in the distance spread out through the rain curtain, the traffic was still moving, and the pedestrians were still going about their business.

There are no human voices here.

Fresh white flowers were placed in front of the tombstone.

In the photo, Ye Chen is wearing a black suit, with a cold expression and staring directly at the camera.

Jiang Liyu stood in front of the tomb, motionless for a long time.

The man in the photo now only has a quiet face.

It will never move again.

I will never speak again.

Jiang Liyu raised her hand, her fingertips landing on the photo.

The cold tombstone pressed against her palm.

"Master..."

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

After a long while, she finally spoke again.

Why didn't you wait for me?

Raindrops fell on her hair.

"Didn't we agree on that...?"

"You said that once I returned to reality, you would make me your master."

"You want to marry me."

Jiang Liyu's fingertips slowly moved along the outline of the photo, her eyes gradually losing focus.

"I'm back."

"Master, I'm really back."

Her voice gradually trembled.

"I've been searching for you for two thousand years..."

"Two thousand years..."

Behind her, Li Xiaoran opened a black umbrella.

"Auntie, let's get out of the rain first."

Jiang Liyu did not respond.

Rainwater slid down her cheeks.

I can't tell if it's rain or tears.

She looked at the photo on the tombstone, slowly bent down, and pressed her forehead against the cold stone.

"I finally made it back..."

"How could you not be here?"

I haven't met you in real life yet.

"You haven't called me Master yet."

"You promised me..."

The sky had darkened without us noticing.

Dark clouds pressed down on the mountaintop.

A low rumble of thunder came from afar.

Jiang Liyu's fingers tightened, and her palm was cut open by the edge of the tombstone, with blood flowing down between her fingers.

But she couldn't feel any pain.

She just stared at that photo.

"Master."

"Say something..."

no respond.

The man on the tombstone was just looking at her.

She had a face she had never actually seen in the real world.

"Boom—"

A bolt of lightning struck down from the clouds.

Jiang Liyu raised her head.

Lightning illuminated her pale face.

The moment the lightning pierced his body, a memory was forcibly inserted into him.

The scene flashed back and forth rapidly.

A pure white room.

Ye Chen fell down.

The supercar that was dented downstairs at the hospital.

Li Xiaoran cried out and rushed over.

And there's Xiao Ai's indifferent voice.

"As long as we clear 'Myriad Realms 2.0', Jiang Liyu's consciousness can return to reality."

The scene continues to move forward.

The person who was seriously injured and lying on the ground was forcibly sent to a new world.

He lost all his memories.

I lost her.

They lost everything they had shared.

But he is still Ye Chen.

He was the apprentice she took in the game.

The boy she treated as a replica.

The boy she had pushed away time and time again, scolded time and time again, and stabbed in the buttocks with a sword time and time again.

The boy who brought her food and waited for her to come home when she was at her loneliest.

"..."

Jiang Liyu's pupils contracted sharply.

She finally found out.

That's not similarity.

That's not a counterfeit.

That's Ye Chen.

It was him from beginning to end.

The person she had waited for for over two thousand years had long since returned to her side.

Because he saved her, Ye Chen voluntarily stepped into the same game.

She didn't recognize him until she stood in front of his grave.

"Boom!"

Jiang Liyu swayed slightly.

She looked up at the tombstone.

"Ye Chen..."

The sound was so soft that it was barely audible.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why don't you remember me?

"Why do you still call me Master...?"

She remembered the image of the boy kneeling before her bed, offering her tea.

I remembered that he deliberately poisoned my tea.

I remember him being chased all over the mountain by flying swords.

I remember him standing at the door with a braised pork knuckle in soy sauce, smiling and calling to her:

"Master, you've arrived!"

Jiang Liyu raised her hand to cover her chest.

The pain from there made it impossible for her to even breathe.

She once had him.

But she didn't recognize him.

She had watched him fall in love with her again.

But she always treated him as someone else.

She even looked down on him.

She even told him that she didn't want to stay in this world anymore.

She once thought she had finally found Ye Chen.

Actually, she had already found it long ago.

But she missed it herself.

Jiang Liyu knelt down in front of the tomb.

My knee slammed into the cold, wet mud.

The cyan sword light dispersed from around her, then gradually faded away.

Li Xiaoran's umbrella fell to the ground.

She rushed over, wanting to help Jiang Liyu up.

"Auntie!"

Jiang Liyu did not respond.

She gripped the tombstone tightly with both hands, her fingernails cracking and blood staining the stone surface.

Why...?

"Why...?"

Her voice was squeezed out of her chest, broken and incoherent.

"You're right here beside me..."

"Why didn't I recognize you...?"

"You called me Master so many times..."

"Why didn't I recognize him...?"

The torrential rain poured down completely.

The white flowers on the mountaintop were knocked down by the rain.

Jiang Liyu knelt before the tomb, her long hair plastered to her face, her shoulders trembling violently.

She looked up, trying to take another look at the photo through the rain.

But her vision was already blurred by tears.

"Ye Chen..."

"I'm back."

"Did you hear that?"

"I'm really back."

"Please get up and see me, okay?"

The tombstone remained unmoved.

Ye Chen in the photo didn't move either.

Jiang Liyu reached out, wanting to take the photo off the tombstone.

But her hand remained suspended in mid-air, refusing to fall.

She suddenly became afraid to touch it.

She was afraid that if she touched him, he would disappear from the world forever.

"Didn't you say...?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to marry me?"

"Didn't you say you wanted me to be your master forever?"

She pressed her forehead heavily against the tombstone.

Her voice was so low it sounded like she was crying.

"You lied to me..."

"Ye Chen, you lied to me..."

"How could you leave first..."

The heavy rain washed over the tombstone and also washed over her white clothes.

Jiang Liyu lay there, her fingers still gripping the cold stone surface tightly.

Two thousand years of waiting did not bring about a reunion.

She tried everything to get back to reality, but she still missed Ye Chen's funeral.

The person she had been searching for had already died before her eyes once.

She only found out now.

Her master.

Her apprentice.

She promised to marry the person she wanted in real life.

It's always been the same person.