Future Beast World: Becoming A Pampered Beauty-Chapter 432 - 371: Leaving

"Ah!"

From behind her came the boy’s heart-wrenching cry of pain.

Sang Luo’s steps faltered. She couldn’t bear to turn and look back.

She took a deep breath and looked at the Life Soul Bone in her hand, which was enveloped in a ball of golden light. By storing the bone within her Domain, she could shield it from any detection and take "it" out of this timeline.

Her fingers were slowly turning transparent, a process that would gradually spread to her arms, her limbs, and then her entire body... Sang Luo’s time traveling against the current of this era was limited. She would be leaving this place very soon.

...

To the outside world,

the Young Master’s recovering health had suddenly taken a turn for the worse.

But the Servants and witch doctors who had attended to him for years knew exactly what was happening. They were as anxious as ants on a hot griddle, their hearts burning with worry.

The Young Master being bedridden with a serious illness wasn’t the worst of it. After all, he had been this way since childhood, and they had long since developed ways to cope. Far more severe than his physical frailty was his listless, world-weary spirit! 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

The Young Master never spoke of wanting to die, but ever since that day, he had refused all food and drink. He wouldn’t even take his medicine.

...He looked like he was trying to waste away until nothing was left, a clear attempt to end his own life!

’What are we to do?’

The Saint Ancestor valued the Young Master greatly. If something were to happen to him, they would all lose their heads.

Letting this drag on was not an option. The staff wracked their brains for a solution.

Some guessed it was because the servant who had been attending to the Young Master was executed. They thought the Young Master was heartbroken and was trying to retaliate in this manner to vent his anger.

But it was just a lowly servant who had only been with the Young Master for a little over half a month. No matter how deep their bond, how strong could it possibly be?

When someone went to ask, the Young Master would only cry and say intermittently, "You... give me back... my Divine Sister..."

"I’m sorry... It’s my fault I got you involved..."

"I shouldn’t have wanted to go out and play. I’ll stay in the palace properly. I’ll be good..."

"My Divine Sister is gone, SOB SOB..."

’Goddess? Sister? Who is that?’

The Servants were baffled. They had never heard of such a person.

Nor had they ever seen anyone like that by the Young Master’s side.

’Could it be that the Young Master is so physically weak and overwhelmed by grief that he’s mistaking his dreams for reality, or perhaps he’s hallucinating?’

Little Minos hadn’t had a single good night’s sleep since that day. He secretly wiped away tears every night. After hearing the Servants’ whispers so often, he too began to wonder if he was hallucinating.

—There was no Divine Sister in this world. It was all just a comforting fantasy he had imagined. And he had never once stepped outside the palace gates.

One night, while Little Minos was crying himself into a daze, he saw his Divine Sister once again.

She smiled at him gently.

"Long time no see. Did you miss me, Young Master?"

"Am I... Am I dreaming... right?" He rubbed his eyes and choked out, "I’m sorry, Divine Sister. It’s my fault I got you involved. I’m the one who got you killed..."

"Killed? I’m a Goddess. Do you think a Goddess dies that easily? Don’t worry, I’m alive and well. If you don’t believe me, touch my face."

The boy’s gaze trembled. He tentatively reached out and lightly touched her face, as if brushing against a fragile, fleeting cloud. He touched her once and quickly pulled his hand back. The faint warmth and softness lingering on his fingertips made his heart race. He reached out again and caressed her cheek—it was warm! Real!

He then gave it a light pinch.

"Ouch! That hurts! Be gentle, Young Master."

The boy timidly retracted his hand and pinched his own thigh. Oof! That really hurt!

’It’s real!’

He broke into a smile through his tears.

Then, sounding a bit aggrieved, he said, "Divine Sister, where have you been all this time? I missed you so much."

Seeing his expression, Sang Luo was reminded of Little Apple and subconsciously reached out to rub his head. After she did, she felt it was a bit strange and cleared her throat to cover it up. "I had some things to take care of. Don’t worry, it’s all handled now."

The truth was, Sang Luo had been avoiding the Saint Ancestor. She had only dared to show herself again after receiving news this morning that the Saint Ancestor had gone back into seclusion.

The boy didn’t press her about what she had been doing. He asked expectantly, "Does this mean you can stay by my side again, Divine Sister?"

Sang Luo shook her head. "I came back this time to say goodbye to you, Young Master."

The boy froze.

’G-Goodbye?’

’Divine Sister is leaving?’

’This time, she’s really leaving...’

He knew this day would come, ever since he’d vaguely guessed her identity, but Little Minos couldn’t stop the sour feeling of sadness from welling up in his heart.

He asked in a low voice, "Divine Sister, when are you leaving?"

Seeing his reluctance to let her go, Sang Luo pursed her lips. "The night after tomorrow, at the latest."

She was wearing a heavy, cloaked robe today that completely concealed her arms and body. This was because her limbs and most of her torso had already turned transparent. When the time came, she would have to leave, whether she wanted to or not.

It took the boy a long time to accept this.

’It’s okay.’

’No need to be sad.’

’Divine Sister said that they know each other in the future. He just has to wait, wait a few more years, and sooner or later, he’ll see his Divine Sister again...’

"On the night you leave, can you come see me?" he asked with a smile. "I want to personally see you off, Divine Sister."

"Your health..."

"I-I can stand up!" As he spoke, he tried to get out of bed but nearly fell to the floor.

The sight made Sang Luo’s heart leap into her throat. She told him to rest well. "Don’t worry, I’ll definitely come see you before I leave."

"Okay, it’s a promise!"

...

On the eve of her departure, Sang Luo arrived as promised.

She hadn’t even approached the palace when she heard the melodious sound of a harp.

She teleported into the courtyard.

The night wind was cool, the moonlight faint.

The boy sat before the stone steps, dressed in a white robe, quietly playing a white harp he held in his arms.

The hazy moonlight spilled over him, making him look like a god descended to the mortal world, brilliant and glowing.

Flowing notes leaped from his slender, pale fingertips. It wasn’t a sad tune, but a farewell song.

Sang Luo held her breath, not daring to make a sound and disturb him. She sat quietly on the stone steps beside him until he had finished playing the entire piece.

"Divine Sister, you’re here." The boy opened his blue eyes and looked at her gently.

Sang Luo smiled and nodded. "I didn’t break my promise."

"I have a gift I want to give you."

Sang Luo saw him take out a portrait.

’The person in the painting... is it me?’

"Thank you, Young Master." Sang Luo reached out, only to find her sleeve was empty.

Little Minos saw this too and froze.

A gust of wind blew past. Her unsupported robe swirled into the air. He scrambled to his feet, trying to catch a lock of long hair that was about to dissipate.

Before this, Minos, like the rest of the Angel Clan, had never liked black-haired Beastmen. But at this moment, he thought that single lock of black hair was breathtakingly beautiful, as lovely as the deep, boundless night sky... and just like that, it vanished into the night sky...

Slowly, the boy’s steps halted, the sorrow in his eyes turning to blank confusion.

He reached up to touch his damp cheek. He had suddenly forgotten what he was doing here.

He looked down at the picture frame that had fallen on the ground and picked it up.

The portrait was blank.

There was nothing there.

Time sets all things right, erasing any trace of an outsider’s existence.

But a thousand years passed, and he still couldn’t forget her presence.

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