“ shì le ， zài guò bù jiǔ ， fán ér jiù huì rǎn shàng mǒu zhǒng guài bìng ， yīng nián zǎo shì 。 dāng chū ， zhèng shì wèi le jiù tā ， wǒ cái zǒu shàng le zhè tiáo xiū xíng zhī lù 。”
“是了，再过不久，凡儿就会染上某种怪病，英年早逝。当初，正是为了救他，我才走上了这条修行之路。”
"Son..."
“ yǐ jí hòu lái wǒ pīn le mìng de xiū xíng 、 tuī yǎn xīn fǎ ， yě dà dǐ yǒu bāng zhù bù néng xiū xíng de tā xù mìng de yuán gù 。”
“以及后来我拼了命的修行、推衍新法，也大抵有帮助不能修行的他续命的缘故。”
She spoke softly, her voice filled with a mix of emotions. The air around her seemed to shimmer as if she was about to vanish into thin air.
chà nà jiān ， bái shù yuè nǎo hǎi zhōng kuài sù lüè guò lún huí zhōng suǒ jīng lì de yí mù mù chǎng jǐng ， wú xiàn gǎn kǎi yǒng shàng xīn tóu 。
刹那间，白漱月脑海中快速掠过轮回中所经历的一幕幕场景，无限感慨涌上心头。
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“ guāng yīn rěn rǎn ， wù shì què yī jiù ……”
“光阴荏苒，物事却依旧……”
In the realm of the dead, where time and space held no meaning, a figure materialized in the sky. It was White Moonlight, her expression complex yet resolute. She gazed down at two imperial tombs below—her son's and herself.
tā dīng zhuó yǎn qián kàn shàng qù yǒu xiē bù zhī suǒ cuò de zhí ér ， nǎo hǎi zhōng què shì hū de xiǎng qǐ le zài lún huí zhōng suǒ yù dào le lìng wài yī wèi ， jiào zuò ōu shàng tiān de nián qīng rén 。
她盯着眼前看上去有些不知所措的侄儿，脑海中却是忽的想起了在轮回中所遇到了另外一位，叫做欧尚天的年轻人。
"Son..."
tā gēn wú liàng bì ， wú yì jiān hài le ōu shàng tiān zhī fù 、 ōu dào zi de xìng mìng ， zhè wèi nián qīng rén wéi fù bào chóu ， shèn zhì bù xī zì jǐ xìng mìng 。
她跟无量壁，无意间害了欧尚天之父、欧道子的性命，这位年轻人为父报仇，甚至不惜自己性命。
Her voice was soft but carried an unspoken weight. A sense of closure seemed to settle over her as she continued to look down, her eyes gradually becoming more determined.
“ yào shā yào guǎ ， xī tīng zūn biàn ！ bié yǐ wǒ huì pà le nǐ men liǎng gè è zéi ！” ōu shàng tiān de nù hǒu ， fǎng fú zài dù yú ěr biān huí dàng 。
“要杀要剐，悉听尊便！别以我会怕了你们两个恶贼！”欧尚天的怒吼，仿佛再度于耳边回荡。
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bái shù yuè yú shì tū fā qí xiǎng ：“ ruò shì wǒ yù hài le ， fán ér tā yòu huì wǒ zuò dào shén me yàng de dì bù ？”
白漱月于是突发奇想：“若是我遇害了，凡儿他又会我做到什么样的地步？”
In the world of the living, seven decades had passed since Emperor Xuan's reign. His rule was marked by non-interference and light taxation, earning him the respect and gratitude of his people. On the day he died, the entire nation mourned his passing.
niàn tou yì qǐ ， biàn chéng liè huǒ liáo yuán zhī shì ， xùn sù zī shēng 。 chōng chì nèi xīn ， zài nán yì zhì 。
念头一起，便成烈火燎原之势，迅速滋生。充斥内心，再难抑制。
His mausoleum stood beside hers, a testament to their intertwined fates. As the sun set on this somber day, a figure appeared in the sky above the two tombs.
bái shù yuè yǒu xiē pò qiè de xiǎng yào zhī dào dá àn 。
白漱月有些迫切的想要知道答案。
It was White Moonlight, her presence both ethereal and resolute. She gazed down at the imperial tombs below—her son's and her own.
dàn tóng shí xīn zhōng yě yǐn yǐn yǒu xiē wèi jù 。
但同时心中也隐隐有些畏惧。
"Son..."
tā hài pà ， ruò shì fán ér de biǎo xiàn ràng tā shī wàng le ， jīn hòu yòu gāi zěn me bàn 。
她害怕，若是凡儿的表现让他失望了，今后又该怎么办。
Her voice held an unspoken weight, a mix of emotions that seemed to have found some kind of peace. Her eyes, once filled with sorrow, now carried a newfound determination.
bái shù yuè shì jiān xìn ， lǐ fán shì gè hǎo hái zi de 。
白漱月是坚信，李凡是个好孩子的。
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dàn ……
但……
In the realm beyond, White Moonlight felt a sense of completion. The cycle of life and death had brought her here, and she was ready to face whatever awaited her next. With a final look at the two tombs below, she vanished into the sky, leaving behind only the memory of their shared journey.
tā xià yì shí de bì shàng yǎn ， bù qù xiǎng nà kě pà de jié guǒ 。
她下意识的闭上眼，不去想那可怕的结果。
The wind carried whispers of their love and sacrifice, a silent testament to the bond that transcended life itself.
"Son..."
She spoke softly, her voice filled with a mix of emotions. The air around her seemed to shimmer as if she was about to vanish into thin air.
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In the realm of the dead, where time and space held no meaning, a figure materialized in the sky. It was White Moonlight, her expression complex yet resolute. She gazed down at two imperial tombs below—her son's and herself.
"Son..."
Her voice was soft but carried an unspoken weight. A sense of closure seemed to settle over her as she continued to look down, her eyes gradually becoming more determined.
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In the world of the living, seven decades had passed since Emperor Xuan's reign. His rule was marked by non-interference and light taxation, earning him the respect and gratitude of his people. On the day he died, the entire nation mourned his passing.
His mausoleum stood beside hers, a testament to their intertwined fates. As the sun set on this somber day, a figure appeared in the sky above the two tombs.
It was White Moonlight, her presence both ethereal and resolute. She gazed down at the imperial tombs below—her son's and her own.
"Son..."
Her voice held an unspoken weight, a mix of emotions that seemed to have found some kind of peace. Her eyes, once filled with sorrow, now carried a newfound determination.
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In the realm beyond, White Moonlight felt a sense of completion. The cycle of life and death had brought her here, and she was ready to face whatever awaited her next. With a final look at the two tombs below, she vanished into the sky, leaving behind only the memory of their shared journey.
The wind carried whispers of their love and sacrifice, a silent testament to the bond that transcended life itself.