Chapter 3354: No Longer the Little Girl Trapped in an Illusion
Chapter 3354: No Longer the Little Girl Trapped in an Illusion
Ning Shu was no longer the little girl trapped in an illusion. Her mind cleared instantly.
2333 was able to call someone over that easily? And that person had actually come?
She didn’t even have this person’s contact information. How did 2333 reach him?
Did 2333 have some kind of connection with him?
Ning Shu said, “Thank you. I’m fine now. Thank you both.”
The school doctor uncle turned and left.
Ning Shu wanted to call him back.
For whatever reason, she felt like she should at least invite him for tea.
But he was gone in an instant.
So she gave up.
Mei Ziqing asked Ning Shu, “What happened to you?”
“I don’t know either.”
Stripped of all enhancements of power, she was just an ordinary person.
She longed for someone to save her, longed for salvation from the heavens.
But nothing came.
The weakness and helplessness in her heart were magnified infinitely.
“How about I buy you something to drink? You don’t look well. You look very dejected,” Mei Ziqing said, looking at Ning Shu.
Ning Shu nodded, following behind Mei Ziqing, watching her own thin soul.
Her soul felt miserable. Extremely miserable.
Reincarnation bore infinite suffering.
At the restaurant, Mei Ziqing ordered juice for Ning Shu.
“Drink it. This cup costs twenty merit points. If you didn’t look like death, I wouldn’t have been willing to buy it for you.”
“Oh, thanks.”
Ning Shu sucked on the straw and asked, “Have you ever experienced something like this?”
“You mean getting possessed by inner demons? Yeah, but I stopped immediately. You, on the other hand, cried from start to finish. No matter how I called you, you wouldn’t wake up.”
Ning Shu gulped down her drink without saying a word.
She looked at her hands, at her long, pale fingers.
Because her soul was weak, they looked lifeless, deathly white.
She felt utterly drained.
Ning Shu lay down on the table and asked, “If you lost all your power, if you had nothing left, how would you feel?”
“Like living is worse than death, probably. Power is our sense of security. But as long as the heart is strong enough, you can start over. As long as you’re alive, there are infinite possibilities,” Mei Ziqing said.
“Don’t lose hope. Everyone has weaknesses.”
So it turned out her heart had always been weak, always afraid of returning to powerlessness.
Ning Shu smiled. “After experiencing some things, I am even more determined to walk my current path.”
She had truly grown stronger—for herself.
Facing adversity, she was no longer as fearful or panicked.
Just like making money—so that one day, when you need it, you won’t have to beg others or sacrifice your dignity for it.
Working hard to become strong followed the same principle.
Every living being was fragile. Even if fate was predetermined, it wasn’t controlled by those with great power.
The highest good is like water. Water benefits all things and does not compete. It stays in places people despise, so it is the closest to the Dao.
Water nourishes all things—that is goodness, that is kindness.
One does not need to save all beings, but neither should they act recklessly.
In the illusionary plane, as a weak and ordinary person, even the slightest change could alter fate.
Stripped of the shell of power, she was just a helpless, trembling child—afraid, lost, placing her hopes on an elusive force to change her destiny.
Fearful, bleeding, in pain, pleading, crying out.
“What are you thinking about? You don’t look good. You shouldn’t take on any tasks for now,” Mei Ziqing waved a hand in front of Ning Shu’s face.
Ning Shu snapped back to reality and nodded. “I’ll take a break for now.”
Translator: Kaho