Infinite Transmigration Starting from Violet

But Lu Ye couldn't do that.

Although he disliked tragedies, he wasn't so compassionate as to save so many people who were unrelated to him.

He did this only for the sake of the girl.

Even though his fear had reached its peak and his legs were trembling uncontrollably, he still had to go.

He had promised the girl that he would give her a happy life.

How can a girl living amidst war find happiness?

Suddenly, the girl's eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Lu Ye immediately perked up.

“Violet?” he whispered her name.

Violet slowly opened her eyes. After many days, Lu Ye saw those azure eyes again.

Upon seeing Lu Ye, her eyes became slightly misty, as if enveloped in a sense of reassurance.

"How are you feeling?"

"It's okay... but I'm still a little sleepy."

"Can you get up?"

"I'm sorry... I don't have the strength..."

"It's alright, this isn't something you need to apologize for," Lu Ye smiled. "Then you can continue sleeping. I'll stay by your side until you wake up."

"Really... How long did I sleep?"

"About a day, which is a little longer than before."

"I see..." Violet squinted her eyes lazily. "Have I... grown a little bit?"

"Yes, she's already a very outstanding girl."

"I want to sleep a little longer. I want to eat pine nut cake when I wake up in the morning."

"Okay, I'll buy it for you."

"Hmm... Goodnight?"

Goodnight, Violet.

Lu Ye looked at the girl's face as she closed her eyes again and said softly.

"I love you."

……

When the girl woke up again, she heard a rumbling sound in her ears.

That was the low hum of iron wheels running on the tracks.

The scenery outside the window rushed past, and all I could see was a white world outside.

After a brief moment of thought, the girl came to her senses and began searching for the person.

Although still very weak and not fully recovered, my body is already able to move around.

"Oh dear, you're awake, Violet."

A familiar voice came from the side, and the girl looked over. There sat an old woman wearing a brown sweater.

She seemed to be leaning on the old woman's shoulder the whole time.

"Grandma... hello."

"hello."

The old woman smiled kindly.

Opposite her was a woman wearing thermal underwear, holding a young child. The girl remembered that her name was Melo.

On the right side were two familiar faces: Ye Zhou and Hawkins.

The girl's gaze swept quickly over them, but she didn't see the person she wanted to see.

"Where is this?" the girl asked.

"In the car," the old woman said.

"Is the car... a pickup truck?"

No, that's not it.

"Is that a truck?"

"Not at all."

"I see... What about him?"

The girl stood up, holding onto the seat, and looked around blankly.

Aside from those around me, I was surrounded by unfamiliar people.

"Isn't he here?"

The girl turned her gaze toward Hawkins and Ye Zhou.

Did he go drinking?

Everyone present knew who the "he" the girl was referring to was.

Hawkins and Ye Zhou looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What, didn't that kid tell you he's staying in Leiden?"

The girl blinked.

She immediately looked down, searching the table and floor for any notes left by that person.

The carriage was very clean.

There was no note, and there was no him.

The girl opened the window and stuck her head out.

In the biting wind, she saw the city receding further and further away from her.

Her beautiful blonde hair flew wildly in the cold wind, and the sound of the train echoed even more clearly in her ears.

A few seconds later, she understood the truth.

She closed the window and slowly sat down.

Is this the "farewell" he was talking about?

It came so suddenly that the girl even forgot her sadness for a moment.

No, to be honest, she may not have even experienced what sadness feels like.

The girl didn't cry; she just sat blankly in the chair, somewhat at a loss, like a child who had gotten lost in an amusement park.

She reached into the pocket inside her clothes, where there was a pocket comic book, which she always cherished and carried with her.

But he pulled his hand back from taking out the comic book.

Yes, the little boy and the dog will eventually have to be separated.

He taught the young girl that she must keep her promises.

The girl had already promised him by that lake.

The girl stared blankly at the snow-covered landscape outside the window, feeling an emptiness in her chest.

The heart that was gradually reviving seemed to fall silent again after his departure.

The emptiness in her chest hurt a little, but she didn't cry.

Because she remembered that when they were on the island, he said he hated, that is, he didn't like people who only knew how to cry.

He also said that if crying were effective, then everyone should cry and the problem would be solved.

The girl knew everything he had said by heart, as if every word he uttered was a gem.

Yes... if I don't behave now, he'll hate me.

The girl clutched the pocket-sized comic book tightly.

Although the little boy and the dog were separated at the end of the story, they did not hate each other.

Therefore, I cannot let him dislike me.

The girl sat in silence.

Although we can't go back, no one said we couldn't reminisce about the times we spent together.

Those memories played back in my mind frame by frame, like an old, crank-operated projector.

Perhaps this will be the only way I can see him from now on.

The pain in her chest felt like it was tearing her apart, but the girl remained silent.

Hawkins and Ye Zhou didn't understand what was wrong with the girl, but only the old woman guessed what was going on.

"Sit down, child, and have some cake."

The girl's eyes flickered as the old man handed her the plate.

On the white porcelain plate were some pine nut cakes. She picked one up and took a small bite.

The pine nut cake was soft and fluffy, and tasted very sweet, but for some reason it had a slightly salty and astringent taste.

The old woman gently wiped the girl's face.

"Oh dear, why are you crying? It doesn't look good when you cry."

cry?

The girl gently touched her cheek with her slender fingers.

It was covered in a damp liquid and was slightly warm.

Is this what crying is?