"I don't understand." Sather answered him at that time.

"‌No need to understand."

"It's up to you." The elf said softly, "I'm sleepy."

After saying that, he reached out and asked him to take him into his arms.

When he didn't move, Sather took the initiative to hug him, put his arms around his neck, and pressed his body against his chest.

"I love you." The elf said, "It looks so good and smells so good."

Caught off guard, a young, real life was stuck in his arms, and its delicate and delicate fingers grasped the hem of his clothes.

And he slowly stretched out his hand to clasp Sather's body, lowered his eyes, showing a dazed look.

In his long life, he had not had such close contact with another life for too long.

Sather fell asleep without any precautions, and the elf's breathing was long and quiet. The wind was very light, the stream was tinkling, and the flower seedlings were growing. And he held Sather like that until dusk fell.

The elf woke up and gave him a sweet smile without any grudge.

"I love you." Sather said again.

He had nothing in return, so he leaned over and kissed Suther's forehead gently.

The loving kiss broke instantly. Sasse rubbed his eyes and whispered: "You are obviously very skilled. There must be many people who love you."

He thought for a moment and said, "No."

The memory was suddenly pulled to a distant place, and he added: "Maybe it happened once."

Without intending to bring up the topic, he said: "I think there are many people who love you, Sather."

The elf also gave an unexpected answer: "No."

"They said I was too clingy and wanted me to be left alone." Sather flattened his lips, "But I'm only happy when I'm with others."

He smiled and understood.

The elf race to which Sather belongs is independent and alienated by nature, and rarely interacts with other individuals. However, this elf's personality is incompatible with the entire race, and it is inevitable that it will hit a wall.

He said: "When you grow older, you can try to get out of this valley. There are other enthusiastic races outside."

Sasse nodded thoughtfully: "Then you can also try to love other people, so that many people will love you."

Night falls in the valley.

He spent a full twenty days with this elf named Sather.

Until he finally recognized the species of the flower seedling.

Sather said that it was a seed blown by the wind from a distance, and it was a coincidence that he picked it up.

‌The moment he recognized it, he understood that destiny had its own meaning.

Memory comes back.

The images and sounds in the memory are all so clear, and there are only a few words that can be translated into descriptions.

"What is it?" Yu Feichen said.

Anfei leaned on Yu Feichen and raised her head, seeing the starry sky as vast as the ocean.

"That's the eternal sleep flower." He said, "Where I grew up, this kind of flower was everywhere."

That day, he said to Sather: "It's time for me to go."

"Why are you leaving?"

"I have something I must do."

Sather said: "Then you take me away too."

The elf lowered his head and said in a low voice: "They and I will never be able to understand each other. It's painful for me to stay in this place, and it will be painful even if I am resurrected. I am in so much pain that I can't live anymore."

He remained silent for a long time before this innocent pain.

"...Finally, I took Sather away and built my residence in the center of Langdon Warren. I consumed too much power that time, and it took a few days to re-enter the eternal night. The days I stayed in Langdon Warren

Here, I began to learn how to formulate laws of equality and freedom, establish contracts between races and nations, and spread good deeds and virtues. I tried to eliminate those... pains other than life and death." Anfei said.

As Sather said, when he began to love his people in this concrete way, the people returned the same love and respect.

He didn't know how this transformation happened gradually.

All he knew was that many years later, when he once again pulled away from the eternal night and stopped on the road of Langdon Warren, it had become the center of the entire kingdom of God and a holy place in people's hearts.

He has never concealed his actions of destruction and rebirth. Era after era, resurrections are always happening, and many people remain silent about this.

To this day, the original, bloody war has quietly come to an end. The eternal day is glorious, the Tower of Creation towers majestically, Paradise fulfills God's will, and the way to obtain the fragments is close to salvation. As for that past, only legends and anecdotes remain.

Under the vague nickname "Land of the Holy Redemption", Langdon Warren has become the most religious place.

Maybe this is already a way of forgiveness, maybe it's just that time has forgotten it.

So everyone said, God so loves the world.

Eventually, he became a legendary god.

Anfei's story is over.

In fact, the blood-covered Anfei was the god in Yu Feichen's original imagination.

As for the compassionate and compassionate god, he is a imaginary god who only exists in daydreams. So much so that when he hears believers praising the Lord God, he would laugh in his heart.

Facts have proved that these two gods really exist and are two sides of the same god.

And this god is now leaning in his arms.

However, there is still a doubt in this narrative.

Yu Feichen turned sideways towards Anfei and rubbed his fingertips under his right eye a few times.

Even after turning into a teenager, Anfei's tear mole under her eyes still stayed in its original position.

——But I didn’t know anything about it.

What's outrageous is that Langdon Warren's people know.

"I heard that Langdon Warren's people ordered tear stains to commemorate the first tear you shed for them." He said, "In the illusion, no tears were shed."

Anfei blinked, a helpless smile appearing in her eyes.

"It's the painter's fabrication," he said.

Yu Feichen: "...?"

"After he disappeared for a long time, he painted a series of works... He also painted the scene of me in front of the altar, which was not very realistic."

In this regard, the artist claimed: "‌'s body was unmoved, and ‌‌'s soul shed a tear for this, so I painted it. This is also a kind of realism."

As a work that the artist has devoted countless efforts to, this painting has a unique poignant and sacred appeal. Many people will shed tears the moment they see the painting.

The painting was widely circulated, and people spread rumors about it. I don't know when the trend of tear-spotting moles started in Langdon Warren.

A few more epochs passed, and the trend turned into tradition.

In this regard, Yu Feichen said that artists harm people.

So the clues about the tear mole disappeared again. It had nothing to do with the mark of the Langdon Warren people. Now, except that he saw it with his own eyes, there was no evidence to prove its existence. Yu Feichen almost suspected that it was just his imagination.

.

"What are you looking at?" Anfei said.

God is worthy of being a God, and you can tell at a glance that there is something fishy in the focus of his gaze.

"It's nothing," Yu Feichen said, "My eyelashes are messed up."

Anfei: "?"

The wind picked up again, and it was useless to hug the person whole.

Yu Feichen said: "Let's go."

Anfei nodded. They had been here for too long, and their joints were a little stiff. Yu Feichen helped Anfei up, thinking of Anfei's two abnormalities today.

He glanced at the road going down the mountain.

The trip to Mount Jonah is over. There is no need to go back to the town along the vine ladder. There is another steep and difficult mountain road leading to the foot of the other side of the mountain.

"Should I carry it?" he said.

Anfei didn't object and silently put herself on him.

A guess emerged in Yu Feichen's mind, but he didn't say anything.

The dark mountain road is surrounded by tree shadows. The stars and moon shine down, and are blocked by dense forests.

‌ This had no impact on Yu Feichen. The only impact was the person on his back. Anfei's breath lightly brushed against the side of his neck. It was obviously very quiet, but the sense of presence was extremely clear.

"I forgot to ask you something." Yu Feichen said.

Anfei: "What's the matter?"
To be continued...