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Chapter 352. Loneliness
Jiang Jianxin's healing power is nothing short of miraculous; he can heal even the most tattered wounds, leaving them smooth and without a single scar.

However, since she did not inherit all the healing levels from the third playthrough, she was ultimately unable to regenerate two complete eyeballs out of thin air.

Thus, only two empty, slightly sunken arcs remained in Wen Yu's eye sockets, like a damaged part of some exquisite sculpture, revealing a sense of incompleteness and regret.

Wen Yu woke up a day later. After waking up, he silently raised his hand, his fingertips trembling almost imperceptibly, and touched the edge of the hollow very lightly.

The texture was smooth, yet unfamiliar.

He quickly withdrew his hand, turned towards Jiang Jianxin's direction, his voice calm and expressionless, yet much lower and hoarse:

"Sword Master...do you have any bandages? Could you lend me one?"

Jiang Jianxin silently took a clean roll of white gauze bandage and handed it to him.

Wen Yu accepted it without saying anything more.

He unwrapped the bandage, found the beginning, then tilted his head back and pressed one end of the gauze against his brow bone.

His movements were slow, round and round, the white gauze wrapping down his forehead, covering the sunken hole, passing over the bridge of his nose, and then around the back of his head.

When the last loop was finished, he tied a neat knot on the side. In this self-created darkness and isolation, Wen Yu finally gained a brief sense of security.

He set the rolled-up bandage aside, then hesitated before speaking:

"I may not be able to return to... Dream Pavilion... I wonder if Sword Master would be so kind as to let me stay here for a while?"

Wen Yu paused, then added:

"I will pay the rent to the Sword Master."

Jiang Jianxin could see his unease. Although they had known each other for a long time, they mostly communicated online and had very few opportunities to actually spend time together face-to-face.

War giant, sword master—her titles and aura were so dazzling that even the usually easygoing Wen Yu couldn't help but feel a little nervous and embarrassed.

Jiang Jianxin waved his hand dismissively.

Her voice was cool, but her tone was crisp:

"My house is quite big, and I don't charge rent. You should get some rest."

Before Wen Yu could even formulate his words of refusal, that handsome and upright figure had already turned and left.

The door was gently closed with a soft click, and then the room became completely quiet.

After leaving Wen Yu's room, Jiang Jianxin walked for five minutes before reaching the bottom of the stairs.

Just as she said, her house is several thousand square meters, wide enough to run a marathon, and usually quiet like a palace. The little bit of liveliness that Wen Yu brought when he moved in dissipated after walking a short distance in the corridor—it really made no difference whether he moved in or not.

As for the rent that Wen Yu mentioned, Jiang Jianxin really didn't care, because she wasn't short of money, and there was no need to be so calculating with a friend.

She simply looked at her hands, sighed deeply, and said to her intuition:

I never imagined I'd one day gouge out someone's eyes; it's a truly bizarre experience.

Intuitively, I answered:
Saving people is out of the question.

In the following days, Jiang Jianxin had to go out to handle the affairs of the Fools' Society, so he was not often at home. However, he would have the housekeeping robot cook two meals, one of which would be delivered to Wen Yu.

The latter is deeply depressed and spends most of his time shutting himself in the house, curled up in the dark.

However, good manners are ingrained in one's bones, and even when he was dejected, he still tried his best to maintain basic politeness.

He would eat the meals delivered by the robot on time. If he was feeling down and had no appetite, he would send Jiang Jianxin a message to sincerely apologize for not finishing his meal—after all, wasting someone else's food was impolite. This thoughtfulness, even in his disappointment, brought Jiang Jianxin some comfort.

Originally, she only intended to provide her old friend with a place to stay and let him heal on his own. However, seeing that he was quite polite, she also developed a sense of concern for him.

Jiang Jianxin would occasionally visit Wen Yu's room upstairs after returning home.

However, she likes to ramble on about answers and truths in her head, but she doesn't actually say much of it out loud.

The visits were mostly silent, often involving only a brief discussion of the day's weather, followed by picking up some recently copied sentences and solemnly selecting a few inspirational quotes that she considered quite reasonable, as a form of comfort.

Once this somewhat clumsy ceremony of care was completed, the Sword Master departed as swiftly as a gust of wind, leaving the room in complete silence.

Jiang Jianxin wasn't sure if his words of comfort had any effect on Wen Yu, but his arrival was indeed like a pebble thrown into still water, creating a few subtle ripples in her unchanging life.

The most obvious difference is the feeling when you go home.

In the past, whenever she returned from dealing with the affairs of the Fools' Society, the entire villa would be shrouded in thick darkness, like a lurking, silent, and lonely beast, swallowing the sound of her footsteps with silence.

Later, perhaps sensing her resistance to the darkness, Ayu made the entire mansion automatically turn on its lights when she returned.

However, the light did not dispel the emptiness.

The light, on the contrary, illuminated the desolation of every deserted corner with crystal clarity, reminding her that in this space of thousands of square meters, she was the only living person present.

After Wen Yu moved in, everything seemed the same, yet something was different.

At least for now, when she walks through the courtyard and looks up, there's always a room on the second floor that emits a warm, gentle light.

The light was not ostentatious, but like an anchor driven into the night, it was firmly fixed there.

This small change made her feel inexplicably more relaxed every time she opened the door to her home.

You've just been lonely for too long.

One day, when this feeling recurred, intuition sharply commented in my mind.

"Or what else could you do? Could you find me a human friend who can stay with me forever?"

Jiang Jianxin countered with a question.

This time, intuition hesitated. It remained silent for a moment, seemingly weighing various possibilities, and finally revealed a hint of helplessness:

[This is difficult. Those of similar strength to you are all heroes in their own right, with their own ambitions and journeys, and cannot stay for long. Those who need to rely on you are not strong enough, have different perspectives, and are simply incompatible.]

【yes. 】

Jiang Jianxin sighed softly:
That's why there are so many lonely people in the world.

She shrugged, her tone returning to its usual calm, as if stating a fact unrelated to herself:

So be it. Loneliness is loneliness. I've been like this for a long time, and I'm used to it—the price of reaching the summit is sitting alone above millions, enjoying eternal solitude.

【so……】

Her voice softened, as if afraid of disturbing the faint light.

I'm happy to have a friend come to stay, even if it's just for a quiet time... I sincerely hope he gets better soon.

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