Chapter 218 - The Sound of Rain
Chapter 218: The Sound of Rain
Luo Yueguan had another dream.
The dream was filled with those repetitive scenes, her childhood self being dragged by her mother’s hand and slapped across the face, biting her lip to keep from crying. Each tear she shed would only make her mother hit her harder, so she learned at a young age to control her tears, a skill she still possessed, now an instinct.
She dreamed of the humiliation and mockery from her fellow female disciples after joining the sect, laughing at her mother for being a prostitute, ridiculing her for being vulgar and clumsy, and slandering her for knocking on an elder’s door late at night. The rumors reached her ears, but this time, the Luo Yueguan in the dream was calm, silently watching everything that happened in the past, no longer covering her ears with reddened eyes.
She dreamed of the sect competition, where despite earning everyone’s respect through hard work, she was effortlessly defeated by a true genius in the final match, who broke her tendons with disdain. That woman holding the sword whispered in her ear, mocking her for receiving attention from a man the woman admired, even though Luo Yueguan had never responded to him, yet her hatred was so cruel.
She dreamed of the day she went down the mountain and saw that already aged woman, who ultimately used the new clothes Luo Yueguan bought for her to make a rope and hang herself from a beam.
She dreamed of all the suffering she had endured over the past six hundred years, but this time, she simply looked on indifferently at everything. At the end of it all, in the pitch-black world, it seemed as if a great wind had arisen, and she saw a vague shadow opposite her.
At this moment, a hint of scorn appeared at the corner of her eye,
“Are you done playing?”
She knew that the shadow opposite her was her inner demon, which always liked to torment her with various kinds of pain. But now, it seemed she had grown accustomed to it, so she said lightly,
“All those things are in the past. Whether I let go or forget, what does it matter? You can’t hurt me anymore.”
Luo Yueguan seemed to hear her own laughter, which came from the shadow opposite her, yet sounded so much like herself.