svetikya Chapter 867 The Sound of a Heartbeat
Chapter 867 The Sound of a Heartbeat
Norlinshi's eyes held a deep sadness and pain. They were so beautiful that the child never wanted to see any sadness in them, but how could this pain be relieved?
"...Mom, I'll always be here, so please don't be sad, okay? The future will be better, just like you said..."
The sadness in those beautiful eyes had lessened somewhat, and they seemed to lift slightly, smiling gently. Was it because of my words? Was it because my words made my mother happy? Was it because my words made my mother very excited?
"Thank you, my child... I'm so happy to have you by my side. You are my most important child... You are my most beloved child, my most important child. Love cannot be compared to love, but you are extremely important to me..."
As long as the other person is by my side, as long as they are there for me, that's enough...
As long as you stay with me, that's enough. As long as love exists, that means it's enough, right? As long as your love exists, then everything I do still has meaning, right?
"When Mom is willing to talk to me, I can listen to her say these things. For now, I will be a good girl and follow Mom's lead."
Holding the child's hand, we walked to a higher place, where the wind became stronger and the snow fell even heavier, so strong that even a doll could feel the pain on its cheeks. If it were a human, a human like a mother, it would have been in pain long ago.
I frowned slightly. It was so uncomfortable. The wind was too strong, and the snow was too heavy. I tried my best, but I couldn't reach it. I strained my eyes, but I still couldn't touch it...
Even the ground beneath his feet seemed somewhat unreal. If it were him, he could have used his strong physique to climb up directly like before, but the child was still there. The child's body wasn't as strong as his. The child had learned offensive techniques, but he couldn't be as reckless as he was.
Is pain good or bad? Sometimes it's hard to tell. Pain can be frightening, but it can also let you know that you need help.
Excessive pain can drive a person to collapse, while appropriate pain can bring a person to their senses.
"In my arms, I hold you. The road ahead will be windy and cold. I will be fine, but you will get hurt."
The child obediently curled up in her mother's arms. Although she didn't think that such wind and snow would cause frostbite, she soon began to experience completely unexpected sensations...
I've already decided to take back my previous idea. How could that be?
The cold was even more unbearable than imagined. Bruno Brinch had lived in this world for a very, very long time. Your cold, dark world had come to this world with its changing seasons. It was cold here, but never this cold. The forbidden memories couldn't explain why there was such a soul-piercing cold, as if no life could exist here...
Why is it so cold?
His voice trembled slightly, the coldness was excessive, more terrifying than he had imagined. This coldness was a chill that struck straight to the soul; no, it wasn't cold, it was pain, not the feeling of coldness, but agony…
It's this pain that comes with the very beginning of life, this inescapable thing... It hurts so much...
My body felt heavy, as if I were struggling in pain. Before I could even react, I was still immersed in the pain when I felt warmth within it—warm hands, a warm chest, a warm heart, all right there inside me…
The Eye of God continuously channeled power—the power of life, the power of the elements—making the body less tired and more comfortable…
"Don't be afraid, don't worry, Mom is right here with you. Can you feel the power? The elemental energy and the warming potion will keep you warm... It will be over soon, everything will be alright soon..."
"Um……"
She snuggled closer to her mother's arms, feeling increasingly comfortable the closer she got to that beating, real heart...
He was held in a princess carry, his head pressed tightly against his mother's chest. His mother's heartbeat was very strong, and the sound was very clear due to the cold and the increased movement...
dong... dong... dong...
I even felt a little sleepy, not sure if it was because of the cold wind and snow, or because of my mother's pounding heartbeat.
I don't know how much time passed, but peeking out from the gaps in the cloak, I slowly emerged a little bit from the warmth...
Then she struggled to get out of my arms...
The scene before them left them speechless, or rather, too shocked to utter a word...
Everything was more beautiful than I had imagined; the grave was filled with flowers—yes, you could tell it was a grave…
A grave filled with tragedy, bearing witness to so much. The tree there is similar to the one below, yet different. The flowers, each with its own unique color, are truly beautiful…
The most eye-catching one is the ice flower that Mom likes...
This is Mom's favorite flower, the flower Mom loves, and this flower will never leave here...
This flower is more beautiful and more painful than I imagined...
How can these cool flowers be preserved so beautifully forever? Perhaps only a mother knows. Only a mother knows how such things can survive so beautifully, and only a mother can preserve them all so well…
"Did you hear it? The sound of flowers being blown by the wind is like ice cubes slowly falling. Did you hear it? The mournful cry of the wind and snow. Did you hear it? My heart..."
The sound was incredibly ethereal; it felt like countless voices were intertwined and swirling within my head, a feeling that was absolutely wonderful…
"I heard my mother's painful cries, not the flowers' cries... because my mother was unhappy, that's why I felt the flowers were crying."
The flagpole didn't move, the flag didn't move, but the heart did...
Flowers have no feelings; it's the mother who has feelings. It's the mother who is unhappy and in pain, which is why she feels the flowers are telling her that she's in pain. That's right...
Staring into her mother's eyes, which held no superfluous emotion, she wondered what caused her pain. The answer was already clear: pain stemmed from love, pain arose from love and beauty. Her mother loved this world, and that was why she suffered. When what is loved turns to ashes, what remains?
My mother once said something like this: you have to do what you love most before everything is over, after what you love has burned to ashes...