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The old lady sighed softly, her tone filled with a hint of affection: "You look just like him, like your grandfather Xia Po." Her voice was gentle yet firm, as if she had already confirmed Xiao Yun's identity.
But the old lady seemed to have more to say. She stopped in her tracks, gazing at the distant peaks, lost in memories: "Back then, your grandfather Xia Po and I were preparing to unite against Yang Hao. We organized many loyalists and rebels, secretly planning to overthrow the tyranny and restore peace. Unfortunately, our plans were exposed, and the enemy came at us fiercely."
Her voice carried deep sorrow: "Xia Po stayed behind to cover our retreat; I still remember his brave figure. He allowed us to escape safely but never returned." Her eyes dimmed as she recalled those harrowing days.
"We scattered and fled. I escaped alone to this remote mountain, finding this secluded village and deciding to live here in anonymity." Her tone conveyed resilience and determination. "Here, I taught and nurtured others, learned various new things, striving to become stronger, hoping one day to avenge those who sacrificed themselves."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yun felt a surge of emotions. She could not imagine that this kind-hearted old lady had endured so much hardship and sorrow. With a trembling voice, she asked, "Grandma, why are you telling me all this?"
The old lady looked at her gently, wisdom shining in her eyes: "Because I see in you the same strength and courage as your grandfather. I want you to understand that you are not alone; you have us—those who once fought for justice and peace—supporting you." She lightly patted Xiao Yun's shoulder and said earnestly, "You must remember, no matter how difficult it gets, you must persevere because you carry your grandfather's hopes and dreams."
The old lady continued, "You coming here... means you must have encountered unavoidable hardships... all of this is fate." Her tone carried a sense of helplessness and fatalism, as if lamenting the cruelty of destiny.
Xiao Yun felt tears welling up in her eyes upon hearing this. A wave of uncontrollable pain and anger surged within her as she helplessly yet angrily said, "Grandma... can you tell me why it has to be me? Why do I have to endure such suffering?" Her voice trembled in the night wind, filled with sadness and confusion.
"My family was slaughtered before my eyes," her voice choked as she clenched her fists tightly, her body trembling slightly. "Ironically, the one who saved me was that murderer... Why? Why me?"
Xiao Yun's tears finally flowed down her cheeks, dripping onto the muddy ground as the pain in her heart seemed to find an outlet. She was torn between conflicting emotions; on one hand, she could not shake off the anger and grief over her family's massacre; on the other hand, she could not comprehend why her savior was also her tormentor. This emotional turmoil ensnared her.
She recalled that night vividly—the bloody scenes flashed before her eyes while the screams of her family echoed in her ears. It felt as if an invisible hand was choking her throat, making it hard to breathe. Every time she thought of it, her heart felt like it was being sliced by a knife—excruciatingly painful. Tears streamed down continuously, blurring her vision.
The old lady looked at the young girl with love and heartache filling her heart. She gently pulled Xiao Yun into an embrace, letting her lean on her shoulder while softly saying, "Child, I know this is too cruel for you. Fate can sometimes be so unfair that it's hard to understand or accept." She tenderly stroked Xiao Yun's hair, her tone filled with comfort.
"You are able to survive because you possess an innate resilience and courage. Your grandfather was also such a person; in the most difficult times, he chose to face and fight rather than yield. You carry his bloodline and spirit within you, which is why you can endure," the grandmother's words were warm and firm, as if she wanted to pass her strength to Xiao Yun.
Listening to her grandmother's words, Xiao Yun felt a slight alleviation of the pain in her heart, but she still felt overwhelmed. "But, Grandma, I really don't know what to do. I feel lost and don't know how to move forward into the future." Her voice was filled with helplessness and despair, like a small boat lost in a storm.
The grandmother gently patted her back and said softly, "Child, the road ahead may be filled with thorns and difficulties, but as long as you have love and hope in your heart, you will surely find your own light. You are not alone; we who have fought for justice and peace will always support you." Her voice carried infinite love and determination, bringing a glimmer of warmth to Xiao Yun.
Looking at Xiao Yun, the grandmother's eyes were filled with boundless love and understanding. She slowly said, "One day... when you understand all of this, it will be the moment when suffering ends. Embrace it... accept it; pain will make one stronger." Her voice was low and gentle, as if imparting an ancient and profound truth to Xiao Yun.
Tears streamed down Xiao Yun's face uncontrollably; she could not suppress the deep sorrow and despair within her. Her body trembled, filled with resentment and confusion about her fate. "But Grandma, why does all of this have to happen to me? I really can't bear so much pain."
The grandmother gently held Xiao Yun close, comforting her by stroking her back. "Child, everything you encounter was already determined from the beginning. This is fate's arrangement and your destiny. Accept it, embrace it; you will find that you are stronger than you think."
Her voice was filled with conviction: "I know... I know. I have also experienced such pain and hardship, but it is precisely these sufferings that have made me stronger. You can too; you must believe in yourself."
Xiao Yun sobbed uncontrollably as she tightly embraced her grandmother, the pain and grievances in her heart surging forth like a tide. "Grandma, I'm really scared... I don't know how to face the future."
The grandmother's hands gently stroked Xiao Yun's hair as she softly said, "Child, do not be afraid. You are not alone; we are all by your side. Every difficulty and challenge is an opportunity for your growth. You must firmly believe that as long as there is love and hope in your heart, you will find your own light."
In her grandmother's embrace, Xiao Yun cried bitterly, her tears soaking her clothes. She felt the warmth and determination of her grandmother, gradually calming the fear and unease within her. Although the road ahead remained thorny, she knew she was no longer alone; with her grandmother's and family's support, she could bravely face everything.
In the night, the two stood embraced under the moonlight.
Meanwhile, Lin Yu stood by the stream at the foot of the mountain, gazing up at the sky. The night was deep; only the Last Quarter Moon hung like a curved blade in the night sky. The moonlight filtered through sparse clouds, cold and clear as it illuminated the surrounding mountains and streams. In his eyes, this moon seemed filled with murderous intent, like an assassin waiting to strike at any moment.
Lin Yu was deeply captivated by the sight before him; the crescent moon's shape was so sharp it seemed capable of slicing through the darkness, piercing the tranquility. He gazed at this celestial scimitar, his heart swirling with complex emotions: regret for the past and confusion about the future. He knew that his fate had long been intertwined with this cold moonlight, inseparable.
He looked down at the clear stream, its surface calm as a mirror, reflecting the crescent's shape like an approaching cleaver, threatening his neck. Lin Yu suddenly felt a chill, his heartbeat quickening, as if that icy blade had truly grazed his skin. Instinctively, he jerked back slightly, his hand already reaching for the hilt at his waist, nerves taut and ready to confront any potential danger.
But soon, he realized he was merely startled by the moonlight and its reflection. Lin Yu forced a wry smile and relaxed his grip on the hilt, feeling that his reaction had been somewhat excessive. He sighed softly and shook his head, amused by his own jumpy behavior. Memories of countless encounters with death flooded back to him—those moments were etched deeply in his heart, becoming nightmares he could never escape.
The moonlight spilled across his face, cold and clear, as if narrating the fate that awaited him. He felt the night breeze gently caress his cheek, intertwining feelings of helplessness and determination within him, forming a powerful force that urged him to move forward. Lin Yu knew that regardless of what lay ahead, he was resolved to continue on this path, both to atone for his past and to seek a glimmer of hope for the future.
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