I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 457, 1.27-35: A Bouquet of Blessings

Flames engulfed the beautiful town, turning the dark night sky crimson, as if it were daytime.

Mu Yegui walked through the town's streets, listening to the townspeople's cries and watching them head towards their 51287th death. She walked past the children along the way who were begging her to save them, her expression unchanged.

Tens of thousands of lives were burned alive, and this was happening right before her eyes.

save people?

Can it be saved?
Moreover, this is part of the plot, since they are already dead, and this is just a repetition of the tragedy from back then.

Mu Yegui slightly raised her eyes and looked at the mermaid sculpture fountain in the center of the town, quietly watching the water splash and reflect the fiery red color, then slowly turned her head away and stopped looking at it.

As she walked past the fountain, she heard a heavy thud as something fell to the ground.

Turning my head slightly, I saw the Little Mermaid fall down and shatter into pieces, the pool was broken, and water was spilled all over the ground, as if someone was shedding tears.

Suddenly, Mu Yegui lifted her skirt and ran towards the distance, her destination being her home in the suburbs, the temporary home she had when she was called Shia.

She ran along the path home and saw a haggard woman standing in the distance, seemingly waiting for her child to come home.

Mu Yegui paused slightly, then slowed his pace.

The woman was very agitated when she saw Mu Yegui; her eyes were filled with tears, and she kept saying something.

With her keen hearing, Mu Yegui naturally heard what she said. So she slowly walked towards the woman, like a child returning home from a field trip, and softly said to her waiting mother, "Mom, I'm back."

The woman covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

She staggered a few steps before rushing to Mu Yegui, trembling as she embraced her, as if she were a beloved treasure.

With trembling, aged hands, she stroked the back of Mu Yegui's head, and in that instant, all her fear and dread vanished.

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back... Shia... I had a dream that you were taken away and never came back. No matter how long I waited, you never returned."

Mu Yegui paused, then gently embraced her aged and frail body. A hint of tenderness flickered in her cool silver eyes as she whispered, "I'm sorry, Mom, I've kept you waiting."

“I made you breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I don’t know when you’ll be back, but if I don’t make them, you’ll be hungry when you come back. They say you’ll never come back, and I’m so worried,” the woman said, hugging her child tightly and sobbing.

"Mom, I'm hungry. Shall we go eat?" Mu Yegui released the woman, took a step back, and said to her with a light laugh.

"Alright, alright, let's go eat. You must be starving. I've been keeping your food warm." The woman seemed unconcerned about the already burning house and led her inside by the hand.

Jafar reached out and grabbed Mu Yegui's wrist, his handsome face cold yet carrying a hint of disapproval.

Mu Yegui reached out and, seemingly gently but firmly, grabbed Jiafa'er's wrist. Her cold silver eyes glanced at him, and she gave him a slight smile. Then, without hesitation, she followed the woman holding her hand into the burning house.

The woman entered the house and led Mu Yegui to the dining table, but the bread on the table was already charred black from the flames.

"I'm sorry... I didn't expect it to turn out like this..." She lowered her head helplessly, like a child who had done something wrong, not knowing how to explain.

Mu Yegui picked up the burnt bread and took a bite without any disgust, saying softly to the woman as she ate, "Mom's bread is always delicious, I like it the most."

The woman paused, vaguely recalling a child smiling sweetly at her and saying, "I love Mommy's bread the most!" "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Shia... my Shia... I'm sorry..." She covered her mouth with her hands and could no longer hold back her sobs, muttering to herself as she cried.

Mu Yegui finished the bread, which looked like charcoal, and sat at the table quietly watching her.

Flames burned the house, turning everything around it scorching hot and red, with pieces of wood constantly falling down as they burned.

"Mom, I want to hear a lullaby. Can you sing one for me?" Mu Yegui leaned over the dining table, her eyes slightly narrowed as she looked earnestly at the woman and spoke slowly.

"Of course." The woman wiped her eyes and sat down on the chair next to Mu Yegui.

A melodious, gentle song drifted in, drowning out the deafening roar of the flames. A mother sat beside her child, gently patting the child's back, a kind smile on her face.

The surrounding area was a sea of ​​fire, the intense heat seemingly capable of burning everything away.

However, the cruelty is concealed at this moment, leaving only a warm and cozy atmosphere.

The crackling sound of burning wood signaled the end of what was once called a warm home, leaving only a charred mess.

The girl stood alone in the empty house, and crystal tears slowly streamed down her lifeless silver eyes, which reflected no one, turning them crimson red from the flames.

“Mom…” she said softly.

She wasn't the woman's child, but since she was playing the role of Shia, she took on the responsibility of being her child.

Shia was taken away and never returned. No matter how long the woman waited, her child never came back.

"This time, your child has returned."

Even though she was already dead, even though she had died 51286 times, she still wanted this gentle mother to wait for her child to return on the 51287th death.

Even if it's just the last time I see her, I want to have a meal with her, listen to the lullaby she sings before she goes to sleep, and accompany her on her final journey.

She wasn't the real Shia, and even though it was all fake, the seven days they spent together weren't fake.

She is a gentle mother who will have a warm dream, a dream in which the child she is waiting for is in her heart, and she will no longer be alone.

"Jiafar, is this what humans call sorrow and reluctance to part?" Mu Yegui turned to look at Jiafar, whose face was already covered in tears. Even though his expression remained calm, one could still read the deep sorrow hidden within.

Mu Yegui clutched her clothes tightly to her left chest, sobbing softly, "Is this where a human heart is located? But I have nothing here, nothing is beating. What governs human emotions? Why do I feel so empty... Is it really because I'm not human that I'm doomed?"

Jafar shifted slightly, but did not touch her at all; he simply stood silently behind her.

He has no right to touch her.

sorry……

There is no way to give you any answer.

(End of this chapter)