Chapter 261
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She obviously had a meticulous mind and knew that humans were not saints. She obviously knew that she would be powerless even if she had a consummate skill. Yet she was so harsh on herself. Even if she knew what was more important and made the right choice, she could not escape the condemnation in her heart.
She was so stubborn that it made one's heart ache. But this was Fu Yao. If she could hear the curse of the dead bride and not feel the pain, then she would not be worthy of those men's heartache.
The Nine Heavens should not be untainted by the world of mortals. It should be majestic and engraved in the primal chaos, yet free and unrestrained. Only eyes that were polished by the world of mortals could look down on all living things.
Metamorphosis was always painful and cruel. Especially the growth that was washed with the blood of others. It would always leave an invisible fatal wound.
Luckily there was Limitless, who protected Fu Yao. Luckily this strong yet weak woman recognized the warm embrace.
Originally he thought that the tightly shut city gates during the battle had already heavily injured Fu Yao and reshaped her. But now, this thin door that could not be opened in time, what kind of state of mind would be locked on her?
Without experiencing wind and rain, how can one see the rainbow? Cliché lyrics, unchangeable truth. If it hadn't been for this bloody baptism, there probably wouldn't have been the Ninth Cloud after that.
Fu Yao was worthy of the best. So, she had to experience that kind of pain to train her will. Only then would she have a soul of flesh and blood.
Between her words and every action, there was warmth flowing quietly. No matter how filthy she was, it would not be able to cover her spirit.
She was already a living image in his heart, and not just a character. Thank you, Longan, for letting me know Fu Yao. Letting me see how she grew with pain and joy.
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