When I woke up again, I was already in a forest, surrounded by a canopy of trees with no top, and under my feet was a clump of grass that had been trampled in, unusually high, half a man high, blocking everything around me.

I didn't dare to move, I just held my breath and listened to the sound outside.

The sound of the wind, the chirping of insects, and the sound of water, as if something had cut through the water, stirred the waves, from far to near.

The grass here seems to be a water weed, the grass leaves are very soft, but the edges have sharp small protrusions, if you use your hands to pick up, it is easy to accidentally cut your fingers.

I tried to move my body, and sure enough, the ground was soft, and the mud under the grass was soft with water, and if I didn't pay attention, I would sink into the swamp.

Looking down at his body, he was still dressed in black, just a crown of hair used to bind his hair, I don't know where he went, his hair was full of long hair, and he was scattered around like crazy.

I carefully cut off a few weeds, tore off the edges of the bottom ends, twisted them together, and made a whip to use as a weapon for self-defense.

The sound of water outside was getting closer, and my nerves were tense to the extreme.

"Are you there?"

It was a man's voice.

I clenched my whip and held my breath, not daring to show the slightest slackness.

"I know you're here, are you going to come out to see me on your own, or am I going to get you out myself?"

The voice seemed to be closer, and the direction of the speech seemed to be directed towards me.

I still didn't answer, just sat nervously in place, waiting for his next move.

"Why bother?"

Just when I was tense to the extreme, I heard a familiar voice.

It's really strange, this voice, after thinking about it seriously, I haven't heard it, but in my mind, I am inexplicably familiar with her.

The owner of the voice sighed, helpless and complaining, all hidden inside.

"I want to take you away!"

The man's voice rang out, serious and serious.

"Where to go?"

The woman asked.

"Go to the places that can accommodate us, the ends of the earth, the mountains, forests and waterfalls, as long as you want, you can go anywhere."

"But I just want to stay here."

The woman was silent for a while before she spit out this sentence faintly: "Aman, there is no result between humans and demons." ”

Aman, who is Aman?

It occurred to me how I got here.

That light, those silver threads, the most central darkness, I came to find the elixir, and what I see and hear now is only related to the light, the darkness.

Perhaps, here is the first memory of the patriarch of Nylon and the Tiger Demon Clan.

Aman, is his name Aman?

I peeled open a crack to see what was going on outside, but it turned out to be an empty lake, without any people or things, and the voices were still arguing.

"How do you know there's no result?"

"Because I'm a human and you're a demon!"

"Have you ever liked me?"

"It's not a matter of liking or disliking, we can't go together, and we won't have a future, instead of being so entangled, it's better to be okay and not disturb each other."

I loosened the grass and listened silently, to the arguments, to the struggles and pains in their words.

In Nylon's voice, there is still reluctance and unbearable, trembling that is trying to suppress, and crying that can't be suppressed and changed.

Compared with her, Aman is much calmer, even if he asks, he is slow and reasonable, his words are gentle, and there is no trace of persecution and complaining.

Nylon wants to separate, and she feels that it is a mistake for the two to meet from the beginning.

Aman wanted to take her away, he felt that he liked this girl, so he had to take her away no matter what.

No matter what obstacles there are between the shemales, no matter the length of life between the two, Aman is single-minded, and all he wants is a good sentence of nylon, a care, and a recognition.

But nylon just can't give it, and in her struggling reason, she always looks at the clearest and clearest truth.

Not everyone has the courage to accept that they are old, their lovers are still young, and not all girls can have confidence and choose a person, and you can be married forever and grow old.

What Nylon wants is always an ordinary life, a husband who loves him, a group of lovely children, for the rest of his life, whether it is quarrel or peace, there will always be a layer of fetters that implicate each other, so that they will not collapse to the point of old age and death.

All this is something that Aman can't give.

Nylon is too sensible, what she wants, she knows it clearly, even if she likes it again, she can make the most correct choice.

"I'm getting married tomorrow!"

Nylon suddenly said this.

"Why?"

"Because, he is very good to me, he likes me, he is a human being like me, he can grow old with me, and he will have children and grandchildren."

With that, the whole time fell into a deathly silence.

"After all, you just dislike me for being a demon, don't you?"

It was still tepid words, without a trace of anger, and even less a trace of sadness.

"Yes, I don't like demons, and I won't be with demons!"

Nylon gritted his teeth and said the most decisive words: "What I want is someone who can have children with me and share a lifetime, not a demon who has no results and will not grow old!" ”

These words were the most resolute words she could think of.

"What if I'm human?"

Aman insisted.

"You are not a human, you will not be a human, a demon is a demon, a human is a human, there is no if, it is an established fact."

"Don't come to me in the future!"

"The life of a demon is very long, forget about me, one day, you will be grateful for your decision now."

After saying this, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance.

I think nylon should be gone.

"But I don't want to!"

Aman whispered.

"If only I were human!"

He murmured and repeated, from no waves to a firm persistence at the end:

"If only I were human!"

It dawned on me that this might be the first thing he had to do to become a human.

So many years of planning, so many years of killing, just for the sake of a person who rejected him.

Such a demon, should he be called stupid, or infatuated? Should he be cruel, or should he be pitiful?

Tens of millions of years of waiting, tens of millions of years of hard work, but after nylon was reborn, she still chose to abandon him with her memory.

From beginning to end, Aman has never been affirmed by Nylon, even if he has made so much effort and spent so much time, the final result is that she left without hesitation.

Maybe it's because there are fragments of nylon soul in my body, standing here at this moment, I am so calm.

Those thoughts that were absolutely calm from the sidelines were obviously not something that my confused brain could come up with.

The nylon who likes Aman disappeared in the long river of time tens of millions of years ago, even if she returns to the world again, what she wants is a new life.

So, why should she be reminded of the past and see all the sins that Aman had done for it?