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Immediately afterward, a petite figure appeared lightly behind me. The familiar cartoon onesie and the signature pink-streaked short hair proclaimed the visitor's identity—the elusive Silver Wolf.
"Oh my… look who's here?" Silver Wolf's mischievous voice sounded behind me, full of banter and mockery, yet with a hint of barely perceptible comfort.
"Isn't this our omnipotent Lord Trailblazer? What's wrong? Why the long face so early in the morning? Who upset our great hero?" Silver Wolf spoke as she circled to my side, tilting her head and scrutinizing my face with her purple eyes, a playful smile playing on her lips.
"Hmm... let me think... let me think..." Silver Wolf feigned deep thought, her finger lightly tapping her chin, her purple eyes darting slyly as if trying to recall something.
"Ah! I've got it!" She suddenly clapped her hands as if in a flash of realization, exclaiming in an exaggerated tone, "Has our great beauty Master Diviner left? Tsk tsk... How pitiful, our great hero has been heartlessly abandoned by the great beauty! Hahaha!" Silver Wolf laughed unrestrainedly as she spoke, her schadenfreude tone clearly showing a desire to stir up trouble, brimming with a wicked sense of humor.
Her laughter was crisp and loud, echoing on the empty balcony, a stark contrast to my current low mood.
Faced with Silver Wolf's merciless teasing and ridicule, normally I might have retorted and argued back, but now, my heart was unmoved; I didn't even have the strength to refute her.
Lingsha's departure truly left me feeling lost and empty, as if something vital had been ripped away, leaving me utterly listless.
Having lost the Spirit Sand, I was powerless to respond to Silver Wolf's jokes and banter.
I just sighed silently, then turned around and walked heavily toward my room.
My steps were slow and heavy, my figure lonely and isolated, as if all vitality and life had vanished.
I just wanted to return to my own private space as soon as possible, to quietly lick my wounds alone and let the sadness and sense of loss flow freely.
Silver Wolf watched my lonely figure as I silently turned and walked away. She seemed to realize my low mood wasn't feigned; the playful smile on her face gradually faded, replaced by a barely perceptible worry.
Her laughter abruptly ceased, replaced by a suffocating silence.
Silver Wolf stood there, her purple eyes gazing in the direction I had left with a complex expression, her demeanor shifting as if she were pondering something, or perhaps hesitating about something.
In the end, she said nothing, only sighed silently, then turned and walked in the opposite direction from me, her petite figure quickly disappearing from the balcony.
All that remained on the balcony was emptiness and silence, and a lingering, faint sadness in the air… In the days to come, without Lingsha's gentle companionship, what would my life become?
For the next few days, my life seemed to lose its color, becoming monotonous and gray.
Lingsha's departure seemed to have taken away all the life and vitality of the villa, leaving only empty rooms and endless silence.
I was like a wound-up robot, repeating the same actions day after day, operating mechanically.
In the morning, I mechanically get up, mechanically wash up, mechanically walk to the table, and mechanically eat the breakfast prepared for me by the AI. The food tastes bland and tasteless, as if I'm just chewing on some nutrient-free filler.
Aside from eating, sleeping, and using the bathroom—these essential acts for maintaining life—I couldn't seem to find anything else of interest.
Eating was merely to fill my stomach, sleeping was just a brief rest for my tired body, and using the toilet was more like a passive physiological response. Everything felt so routine, so devoid of enthusiasm and vitality.
More often than not, I just stare into the empty rooms, lost in thought.
The villa remained as luxurious and comfortable as ever, the sunlight still streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the interior bright and airy, but none of it brought me a shred of warmth or comfort.
Everything in the room felt so vast and silent, like a giant hollow shell—having the form but losing the soul.
I wandered aimlessly through the rooms, my gaze vacantly scanning everything around me. The once warm and vibrant living room now felt exceptionally desolate. The sofa seemed to still retain a hint of Lingsha and Firefly's scent, but it only amplified my sense of loss.
In the bedroom, the soft bed seemed to still retain the warmth of our intimacy, but it only made me feel more lonely and isolated.
In the study, the books I once read with Lingsha lay quietly on the shelf, as if silently mocking my loneliness.
Every corner of the villa was filled with traces of their existence, yet they also relentlessly reminded me that they were gone, leaving me alone to face the endless emptiness and silence.
I sat in the empty room, lost in thought, my mind wandering aimlessly across a desolate wasteland.
I recalled every little detail of my time with Lingsha—her gentleness, her thoughtfulness, her love—and those beautiful and passionate moments we shared.
The more beautiful the memories, the crueler the reality. Lingsha's departure felt like a vital puzzle piece being ripped from my heart, leaving my life incomplete and unfulfilled.
I pondered the road ahead, the life to come, and the meaning and value of my existence, but my thoughts were like being stuck in a swamp—the more I struggled, the deeper I sank, ultimately just spinning in endless confusion and emptiness.