The darkness that had swallowed Su Qinglan's consciousness began to crack like old glass.
She felt the ground beneath her soul shaking, and she knew the journey through the past was finally over.
The images of the lonely cave, the silent years with Han Jue, and the cold streets where she had lived as a beggar dissolved into gray dust.
As she fell through the void, a familiar, sobbing voice echoed in her ears.
"Host? Host, are you alright?" Xuyu asked, his voice thick with tears. "Why didn't you quit? I told you to stop! I told you it was too much!"
Su Qinglan felt herself floating in a soft, white space. She gave a very tired, gentle smile. "Xuyu... I'm okay. I'm just happy you are always with me."
The system let out a loud sob. "Host, you didn't have to see those things! Those are nothing but bad memories. They are rot and poison! I wanted to protect you from that darkness."
