So he simply stroked Qin Moyu's hair gently and said, "Thank you, Momo."
Thank you for giving my short life color and for letting me truly live.
"Although……"
Shen Yebai paused, then gave a wry smile: "I still haven't fulfilled the promises I made to you."
He once said he would stay with Qin Moyu for life and that he would take him to different places to see different scenery, but in the end, he was the one who broke his promise first.
Qin Moyu unconsciously tightened his grip on Shen Yebai's hand. He closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm so tired... Yebai..."
He once thought that coming into this world was a blessing from heaven, which not only gave him a master who was not a relative but was closer than a relative, but also allowed him to meet Shen Yebai. But if all these things were only for the sake of heartbreaking loss, then he would rather not have had them in the first place.
Qin Moyu didn't know what would sustain him to continue living alone after he had experienced the warmth of companionship.
When her negative emotions accumulated to a certain extent, Qin Moyu even contemplated suicide.
"Mo Mo, promise me." Shen Yebai sensed the dangerous state behind Qin Moyu's words. For the first time, he forcefully pushed Qin Moyu away, grabbed his shoulders, and looked at Qin Moyu's teary eyes. He said in a stern tone he had never used before, "Don't do anything foolish, and don't hate Shen Mo."
"Why?!"
Qin Moyu didn't understand. It was clearly Shen Mo who had forced Shen Yebai to merge with him, so why would he tell her not to hate Shen Mo?
In a sense, it could even be said that Shen Mo "killed" Shen Yebai, so how could Qin Moyu calmly view Shen Mo?
“Because hating someone is too painful.” Shen Yebai reached out and gently closed Qin Moyu’s eyes, placing his hand over them. He said, “If you hate Fen Gong, you can kill him to avenge yourself; but if you hate Shen Mo, when I merge with him, you will only suffer.”
"I don't want you to live in pain from now on, Momo, I just want you to be happy."
Compared to Fen Gong, who harbors a deep hatred for his master's killer, Qin Moyu cannot feel pure hatred for Shen Mo, who has merged with Shen Yebai. Qin Moyu's hatred for Shen Mo will only cause him more pain.
Not to mention, given Shen Mo's strength, if Qin Moyu really hates Shen Mo and wants revenge, it would be like throwing an egg against a rock.
"Moreover," Shen Yebai removed the hand covering Qin Moyu and said with a forced smile, "it would be such a pity if Momo's beautiful eyes were filled only with hatred."
Qin Moyu felt a lump in his throat as he listened, and when he opened his eyes and saw Shen Yebai's pale smiling face, he couldn't stop the tears from flowing.
Shen Yebai gently wiped away Qin Moyu's tears, offering silent comfort.
Gradually, Qin Moyu finally calmed down, but her red eyes clearly showed that she had been crying.
The time Shen Mo gave them was almost up before they knew it.
"Does Momo trust me?" Shen Yebai grasped Qin Moyu's hand, their fingers intertwined, holding each other tightly.
"Believe in what..." Qin Moyu's voice was still a little hoarse from crying.
“Perhaps… it’s not Shen Mo merging with me, but me merging with him,” Shen Yebai laughed. “After all, I can’t bear to forget Momo. By then, I’ll be at the Tribulation Transcending stage, and Momo can go wherever she wants.”
Even so, both of them knew that the possibility was too low. Shen Mo was not stupid; he would definitely have a backup plan.
But even such a faint possibility gave Qin Moyu a glimmer of hope, like a drowning person grasping at a last straw; even knowing it was useless, it was enough to offer some solace.
They held hands until the very last moment before leaving.
Before parting, Shen Yebai whispered one last sentence in Qin Moyu's ear.
"I love you, Momo."
…………
Shen Mo returned to his residence. His long period of seclusion made him dislike being followed, and with his strength, he didn't need any guards. So there was no one around his residence, and it was so quiet that it could even be described as desolate.
To defy the will of Heaven, he lived alone in a secluded cave. Even the most restless person would be worn down by time and become quiet. Shen Mo adapted well to this quiet.
Adapting is one thing, liking is another.
Shen Mo felt somewhat frustrated thinking about Qin Moyu's reaction after he said he was leaving today and took him to see Master Xuanjing.
He looked up at the portraits of his parents hanging in the room.
In the portrait, the father is wearing a dragon robe and a crown, with a solemn expression. Beside him stands the mother, who is wearing a phoenix robe.
But Shen Mo knew that in this seemingly dignified portrait, his father was secretly holding his mother's hand under his robe, but it was not visible because of the elaborate robes.
At that time, his mother told young Shen Mo that when they were newly married, his father insisted on holding his hand while his portrait was being painted, acting like a rogue and completely lacking the majesty of a monarch.
At the time, Shen Mo didn't understand why his father was so childish, nor did he understand why his mother's tone was disdainful when she talked about it, but her eyes were gentle.
Just like the day his mother passed away, his father stood for a long time by her bedside, his back to her, but he couldn't understand it either.
But now he understands everything.
Shen Mo gently stroked the portrait on the wall. Looking at his parents' matching dragon and phoenix robes, he couldn't help but imagine how wonderful it would be if he were with Qin Moyu.
Chapter Sixty-Six: That Night, He Gave Him a Shen Yebai…
As night fell, Shen Mo did not cultivate as usual, but instead began to peruse the ancient book on splitting the soul.
He found this ancient book in the Southern Kingdom's imperial treasury before he went into seclusion to break through to the Tribulation stage. At the time, he thought that the idea of splitting one's soul was too far-fetched, so he didn't take it seriously. He just brought it out with him when he was carrying the ancient book on formations. He never expected that he would still need it later.
Because of its age, the latter half of the ancient book is somewhat blurry. In addition to teaching people how to divide their souls, this ancient book also records the feelings of those who use soul-dividing techniques.
The person who wrote the ancient book also separated a self-aware soul, just like Shen Mo. However, unlike Shen Mo, the person who wrote the ancient book used force to forcibly merge the souls. One of the reasons that made Shen Mo painstakingly design the merging of Shen Yebai's soul was a sentence written in the ancient book: "The soul and spirit are united and there is no difference, but as time goes by, one gradually feels that it is not oneself, and then it stops."