Ten Classic Touching Supernatural Stories Collection

What is eternity?

"Eternity is—death. Only in this way can human emotions be eternal." "Don't human emotions have eternity? I'm talking about while we're alive." "As long as a person is alive, then eternity doesn't exist." "I really want to see you, Lost." "That comes at a price—" "What price?"

"die--"

"I'm willing to pay..."

Lost lowered her eyes. How many years ago had her eyes run dry? A bunch of fools—she closed her eyes, leaned back in her comfortable chair, and spun around. She reached for the cigarette case on the table; the light weight indicated it was empty. She opened her eyes, stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment, then got up, casually tidied her slightly messy hair, took a sip of bitter tea to moisten her lips, and said, "Fox, come with me to buy cigarettes. Let's go!" The snow-white fox followed its master out of the house.

She disliked being stared at, but a girl dressed entirely in white with a white dog that looked like a fox, coupled with her unique and unusual aura, was bound to attract attention. Lost glanced around, chewing on a bitter tea leaf she'd just swallowed. The bitter taste spread in her mouth, and she frowned, spitting out the leaf. She walked to the counter and tossed in a banknote; the clerk already knew what brand of cigarettes she usually smoked. The man next to her was buying bitter tea; his magnetic voice sounded so familiar, yet she couldn't recall when she'd heard it before—after all, she'd lived for a long time. She glanced at the man; he was tall and slender, with thick hair and expressionless features that gave him a cold, aloof look. He could be described as handsome, and coldness is attractive to many, isn't it? She squinted, scrutinizing him closely. That familiar feeling was impossible to ignore, yet she couldn't quite place it. When she realized he was watching her, she awkwardly turned and walked towards the shop entrance. But as she passed by him, she noticed how familiar the sword in his hand was. A memory surged through her like an electric current. She abruptly stopped and turned to look at the sword in his hand—it was… the Lonely Sword! Could it be him? She quietly shifted her gaze to him. So many years of waiting had taught her composure. After a silent exchange of glances, she finally chose to leave. Han quietly watched her departing figure. He had already memorized her face the moment she looked at him, because of that familiar feeling. Seeing her face, he could feel the burning pain emanating from the birthmark on his arm. Could it be her, the thing he had been searching for since he was old enough to understand?

---Fish and shrimp

Reply [75]: Lost was going down the stairs when she was suddenly pushed down the stairs by a force from behind. She only felt a dizziness and then everything went quiet. Fortunately, there were only a few steps left on the stairs, so the fall was not too hard. Several strangers stopped and looked at the woman who pushed Lost in surprise. Lost struggled to stand up by holding onto the wall. Fox rushed up fiercely but was stopped by her. "Fox, come back, listen to me!" She used simple words to get her beloved dog back, but she still felt a little tired. She didn't let Fox go forward. She was afraid that the person would hurt Fox. She would rather be the one who was hurt because in the law, it is not a big deal for humans to hurt animals. Animal life will never be cherished, but intentionally hurting people is a crime. The crazed woman saw her stand up and took a few steps forward, grabbing her and shaking her, saying, "You murderer, give me back my son's life, give it back to me..." The woman screamed and cried, desperately pushing away the crazed woman, collapsing to the ground panting. Every cell in her body could feel the pain, and her pure white clothes were stained with dust.

"Who is the real murderer?" She looked at the woman with a mocking gaze. The woman stared at her for a moment, then said, "You're the one who drove him to his death! Great mother, think about what you've done. Under the guise of doing everything for his own good, you turned him into a puppet in your hands. He was a person with his own thoughts, yet you never considered his feelings. You are the murderer."

"No, no, you're talking nonsense, you're talking nonsense, I won't listen!" The woman covered her ears desperately and screamed hysterically.

"Has any of you ever cared about his feelings? You don't love him, you only love his achievements, you only want him to fulfill the wishes you couldn't achieve. He's been contemplating suicide for a long time, has any of you noticed? Has anyone noticed? You only think of yourselves, you only push the responsibility onto others, and now you just come here to blame others." Lost slowly stood up and spoke coldly, his eyes filled with hatred for humanity.

"No, no, it's all you, it's all you! I'm going to strangle you!" The woman rushed towards Lost like a madwoman. The onlookers watched everything coldly. To them, it was just a play; they were just spectators, not actors.

"He was so lonely, always so lonely. Even at the moment his life ended, he was the only one bearing this lonely fall," Lost murmured, her expression deathly still. She herself had been like him, that fall was lonely, eternally lonely… Han reached out and pulled the crazed woman away to prevent her from hurting Lost, then yelled at her, "Enough! Shut up!"

She was panting heavily as she slowly slid down the wall. She had been so excited that she felt completely exhausted. The fox whimpered beside her, and she patted its head with difficulty to comfort it. The woman covered her face and ran away crying. Han bent down, picked her up, and said, "I'll take you to the hospital to check if you're hurt anywhere."

"No need, just take me home, okay?" She found a comfortable spot on his shoulder, whispered her address in his ear, handed him the key, and slowly closed her eyes. In his warm embrace, she had an ancient dream: her mother's tears, the embrace of that ancient man, and the embrace that protected her when she was injured—a safe and warm embrace that allowed her to drift into a peaceful sleep. Warm tears streamed from the corners of her eyes; that salty warmth was indeed tears. She realized that what she had been waiting for all along was this warm embrace with its unique, subtle scent. She felt him gently place her on her familiar double bed. She softly opened her hazy eyes and looked at him, saying, "I've finally waited for you. Do you remember our promise?" After saying this, she closed her eyes peacefully. She knew he wouldn't leave because of what he had just said. Han was silent. He quietly looked at her, reached out to brush the hair from her forehead, and pondered her words. What exactly did she mean by those words?

This deep sleep was a long recollection. Previously, these memories had only appeared in fragments before, but now they were completely replayed, further confirming her belief that she had found him. Tears returned; her tears were only for his existence. She thought she had become numb, but she never imagined that the memories replayed in her dreams would cause such heartache. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. She opened her eyes and felt darkness descend upon her. He sat at her computer, browsing her online articles. In the darkness, she hugged him from behind, resulting in silence between them…

"Lost..." he murmured her name softly, "Is this the one I'm looking for?"

"Why is your article so despairing?"

"Because of you"

"Why don't you try to stop people who are committing suicide when they're right next to you?"

"Because of you"

Why live?

"Because of you, it's all because of you."

There was also hatred for humans, but she didn't say it aloud. Humans had slaughtered her people, something she could never forget. She gazed at him, a flash of hatred crossing her eyes, which he didn't miss, only a hint of surprise. He gently cupped her somewhat pale face, "Why?" Tears streamed from her eyes, turning from warm to cold as they fell, "Because of you..."

---Fish and shrimp

Reply [76]: The night was low and languid. She woke up. The night still hung overhead. Moonlight streamed into the room and onto the bed. She turned over; he was still fast asleep. Although the moonlight was dim, she could still see his face. He had his back to her and was silent. She placed her hand on his shoulder and whispered, "Are you there?" She wanted to hear his voice, a warm and soft voice. It was the first time she had been so close to him; it all felt like a dream. He didn't make a sound; perhaps he was sleeping very soundly. She stepped over him, got out of bed, and walked barefoot to the table to pour herself a glass of water. The cold water went down her throat, stimulating her senses.

"What are you doing?" He seemed to have just woken up.

She climbed into bed and hid under the covers. "I'm thirsty," she said, then snuggled closer to him, wiping the water from her lips onto his shoulder. He gently patted her head, and she saw the clear birthmark on his arm—the mark she had left behind. After he quietly fell asleep, she turned over and wept silently against the cold wall.

It turns out everything was predetermined, and no one could change it...

Humans and demons can never be together!

Sunlight fell on his face, and he raised his hand to shield his eyes. The faint scent of her lingered on the bed, but the spot beside him was empty. He found her on the rooftop, gazing at her gentle smile with fascination. In that moment, under the sunlight, he noticed her eyes weren't black, but amber—that familiar amber color, the kind of eyes he often saw in his dreams, so clear.

"What are you thinking about?" He gently pulled her into his arms.

"I'm wondering if this is all a dream," she said, smiling as she leaned against him. It all had happened so suddenly, and she was overwhelmed with happiness, but she knew very well that it came at a price.

"This is not a dream, this is a lifetime!" Han Ailian gently pinched her cheek, but her smile froze. How long would a lifetime be? Could she even live this lifetime?

Looking in the mirror, she saw her pale reflection. She gently combed her hair, a few silver strands already appearing in her jet-black locks. Her movements were as slow as slow motion in a movie. With each passing day, her aura would weaken, her body would grow weaker and weaker, until she reverted to her original form and died.

She trembled slightly, looking into his solemn eyes through the mirror. For the first time, she feared death, simply because she had gained what she wanted, only to lose it all. A thousand years of waiting had ultimately amounted to nothing more than a fleeting moment; in the end, she would still embark on her journey alone. "I am about to leave you, to go to a very, very far place, alone. This is the price I pay for seeing you. The tenth day after I see you will be the end of my life." She turned away and gently placed her finger on his lips, signaling him to say nothing more. She had given everything for this one meeting. Years of hardship and resentment had vanished, but the seal in her blood remained. Their fate was sealed; she would have no future. She looked at him and whispered, "Kill me with the Lonely Sword! It will make me much happier. I don't want you to see me revert to my original form and then die in agony. This is my final request."

“I know everything. Xie Chen told me everything.” Remembering the girl with the strange smile, his lips tightened, and he remained silent, his eyes lowered. Xie Chen, a mysterious woman who controlled destiny—all of this was her doing. Who would have thought that a girl only a teenager would be the messenger of fate?

"Are you looking for this?" A girl smiled and tossed a unique sword to Han.

He skillfully caught the sword, then looked at the strange girl in front of him and asked, "Who are you? How do you know that I've been searching for something?"

"I told you, you would kill that child with your own hands. Do you remember who I am? My name is Xie Chen, an emissary of destiny. I orchestrated everything. Do you think I wouldn't know?" She still tilted her head cutely to look at him, her starry eyes shimmering like water.

"Why?" He looked at the cynical little girl in front of him with confusion, and a surge of hatred welled up in his heart.

“Because…”, she stopped smiling and looked seriously at the man in front of her, saying each word clearly, “simply because of the ancient artifact in your hand…”.

"The person you're looking for will appear soon, but after she sees you, her death will come quickly. Do you believe me?" She chuckled and then vanished before his eyes.

On the rooftop, she stood on the edge, looking up at the sky, then smiled and looked down at him. "They've come to pick me up." He squinted in the direction she had been looking. The sky was a clear blue, the wind was howling, and the ancient lamentations seemed to have traveled through time to the present. She jumped down from the railing to him, and he reached out to catch her, pulling her into his arms.

"Actually, I've always wanted to be alone, but I think that wish can never be fulfilled in this lifetime. I'm sorry!" She looked up into his eyes, her tearful eyes filled with apology.

"Silly girl..." He gently stroked her hair, then used his large hand to wipe away her tears. All of this was because they were so foolish. Although they had paid a heavy price, she was content; after all, she had won him over.

He held her gently, whispering in her ear, "I've been searching all along. From the day I became aware of things, a voice in my mind has been calling to me, 'In the next life, you must come to find me. Don't leave me alone. I'll be scared, I'll be so lonely. Don't forget...' Because of my cowardice, we were separated for a thousand years, and when we met again, it was another farewell. You waited for me for so many years, so let me wait for you in the next life!"

That was her final outpouring. The sound of the sword leaving its sheath was so crisp, gleaming coldly in the sunlight. After a tearing pain, the sword pierced her from behind, penetrating her body and also piercing his chest. The Lonely Sword, stained with his blood, emitted an unusual light.

"Why?" she gasped, looking at him in confusion. Blood flowed into her body along the sword, and the demonic aura on her body instantly dissipated, along with a few strands of silver hair that vanished without a trace.

“Long ago, we demon hunters were told that the energy of ancient artifacts combined with our blood could transform demons into humans. This is… my first gift to you.” He gently kissed her forehead. “In this life, I will never let you leave alone again. This time, let me accompany you on this fall; you will never… be alone again.” The artifact dissolved into wisps of luminous dust within their bodies and vanished.

He held her and resolutely jumped from the building. They plummet

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