Reborn Conceited Soldier

"Don't worry!" If Mister Han returns, I will personally return the book to him. "    

"Alright then!"    

As the young man spoke, he walked over to the counter and handed over the book.    

After Liu Xia took the book, she gently caressed the exquisite cover. She suddenly understood why the name of this book was' One Hundred Years of Solitude '. The life of a person, the most perfect time in a hundred years. A hundred years of loneliness already explained everything in life.    

"Elder sister, what's wrong?" Liu Chun couldn't help but ask when he saw Liu Xia holding the book motionlessly.    

Liu Xia shook her head. "It's alright, Xiao Chun. Let's sit for a while!"    

"But Boss Huang said to sign the contract with us today!"    

"It's fine. Just for a moment. He will understand." Liu Xia smiled and walked to Sikong Banyu's usual seat. She sat down and slowly opened the book.    

In the book, Sikong Banyu had made a lot of markings. Whenever he felt that the writing was good, he would fold this page.    

"Buy a permanent ticket and board a train that never ends."    

"The secret to a happy old age is nothing else, but to sign a respectable agreement with loneliness."    

"Life has never left solitude and independence, whether we are born, we grow up, we love each other, or we fail, until the end, when loneliness exists like a shadow in a corner of life."    

Liu Xia read every piece that Sikong Banyu folded. As she watched, she unconsciously shed tears. She vaguely understood what kind of person Sikong Banyu was. Actually, he yearned to be left alone, but could not extricate himself.    

Some people say, when you have something in your heart, when you love, you are lonely. It is true loneliness only when there is no one in your heart who loves you.    

"Han Qingming, is that why you want to be alone?" Liu Xia asked herself in her heart. Remembering Sikong Banyu's concentration every time he sat in this seat, she felt an indescribable sorrow in her heart. She suddenly realized that she was lucky, because her grief could still be seen. However, he could only bury it deep in his heart and bear it alone.    

In the distance, on the rooftop of a tall building, a figure stood there quietly with his hands behind his back. The wind had ruffled his hair, but he could not move his gaze by even a little.    

He was Sikong Banyu, and he did not leave. Actually, he could have just left, but he wanted to see the end of the cause and effect.    

"Is it over?" Sikong Banyu asked himself in a low voice. His cold eyes seemed to be struggling with something, but he slowly put it down. The scene in front of him that was broken into pieces had now vanished like smoke in thin air.    

"Actually, all of this should have ended long ago. This world, I shouldn't have come, my soul should have vanished into thin air from the Vermillion Bird Continent, and that would have been the end of my lifespan. However … It was the opposite. "    

Many people were envious of Emperor Lord of Yun Dynasty who spanned across the two territories. What a prodigy and prodigy he was, and what a pride he was. However, not many people knew that he had been suffering bitterly ever since Han Qingming died.    

He no longer had any relatives, no lovers, and not even a person to appreciate everything he had. Sikong Banyu had gone through countless hardships to expand the empire, expand the territory he controlled, and improve his cultivation. He was looking for a way to revive Han Qingming, because that was his only obsession and the only reason he lived.    

Perhaps death was not necessarily not a release for him, but the end of his search. However … This Spirit of Heaven-earth had extracted his soul and was born again. He had thought that he could continue to deceive him, and deceive him … … Han Qingming still had the possibility of resurrection, and the existence of his own Underworld Realm.    

But the moment he felt the power of nothingness, he had a premonition that the underworld no longer existed. That was just a dream and a legend. However, at that time, he was still unwilling to believe it, and continued to live as before. However, it seemed that the hand of destiny did not want to see the existence of a person who doubted it, and the three great Source energies under the power of nothingness gradually appeared in front of Sikong Banyu.    

The soul that had been burnt to ashes would disappear from this world forever. It would no longer appear, and it would never revive. Sikong Banyu, who could no longer deceive himself, struggled in his heart. That name, that person, everything that happened before, appeared in front of his eyes like scenes from a movie, telling him the essence of everything, and that everything no longer existed.    

He was confused and hesitant. Is it really impossible? Was he really going to erase all that had once happened, all that no longer existed? He … In the end, he still made his choice.    

"Qingming …" Do I remember you? " A trembling voice gently appeared in the wind. As the wind blew, it flew in all directions, as if it was calling out to something. Perhaps it would blow to every corner of the world, but this world … There was no way to communicate with another world, that person — she could not hear him.    

He slowly closed his eyes. Two drops of clear tears gently rolled down from the corners of his eyes. That feeling of coolness made him feel as if he was in an icehouse. However … He no longer felt this cold. The pain in his heart had already occupied all of his heart, leaving no gap for him to recover.    

"Huff … Huff …" The wind suddenly grew stronger, stirring up the clouds in the sky. A white flower floated down from the sky like a rootless duckweed, gently falling onto Sikong Banyu's face. It blended into his tears, and slid down to the corner of his mouth. It was salty and bitter.    

The fragmented image in his mind seemed to be unwilling to disperse. It quickly reassembled, forming a flawless face. It was … Han Qingming.    

However, the moment this scene was formed, it broke apart with a loud bang like a glass being ruthlessly shattered, turning into bits and pieces of light that floated away. There were no longer any traces of their former lover. In the sky, the snowflakes that had been parted for three days once again drifted down like the feathers of an angel with folded wings.