Ah.
Ah…
Ah...
Ah......
Something in Yi Lin's mind went "boom," as if something had snapped.
What snapped was a string called "rationality."
Flower Mother is dead.
Old Chen's fate is unknown.
Now, standing before him, blocking his "return," is Ling Yiyi.
That familiar yet unfamiliar Ling Yiyi.
"My son, live... on!"
Flower Mother's body dissipated before Yi Lin, collapsing into dust.
With her remaining last head, she exhausted her final strength, smiled sweetly, leaving her last "will."
Actually, she lied to Yi Lin.
She actually saw the "fragments."
So, she took the blow for Yi Lin.
The future can be changed.
Nothing more than life for life.
A "female corpse" who lived for five thousand years, here, took this "death" for her son Taiyi, ending her life without regret.
That's enough.
Flower Mother smiled, her world plunged into eternal darkness.
Her tomorrow won't come.
But Mother hopes you, can return to truly where you belong.
My Taiyi.
"Ahhhhhhhh——"
