"That's different, we call it unity between husband and wife, its power can cut through gold."
"Taiyi, you really have a sharp tongue!" Flower Mother tousled Yi Lin's hair. She looked down, watching Yi Lin's body, half-real and half-illusion, beaten into a fluid form. As Yi Lin's "Thought Body," she knew what Yi Lin had been through all these years and tenderly fished around Yi Lin's body, her actions mirroring Xia Ruxue's so closely: "Are you tired?"
"Not tired." Yi Lin shook his head: "Not tired at all."
"Remember to take care of the child well."
Yi Lin nodded.
"Don't keep thinking about Mother and Xue'er's death anniversary, we're doing fine."
Yi Lin nodded earnestly.
"Look forward, the dead can't come back, don't look back."
Yi Lin was stunned.
"Don't look back." Flower Mother hugged Yi Lin, her long eyelashes trembling uncontrollably: "Don't look back."
Yi Lin nodded again, closed his eyes: "I'm sorry, I couldn't save you."
"Silly child."
