Suddenly, Shi smelled an extremely faint breath, its originally dim eyes, suddenly burst into an incomparable brilliance, this breath, it is extremely familiar, it is the breath of green.

The stone sped up the speed of spreading its wings, it flew faster, towards the source of the breath, the stone flew desperately, where it passed, it was the green in the wind, the route it passed, as if there was a force in the dark, guiding the stone, towards the green.

Butterflies are different from birds, even if they fly a long distance, they can not stop and rest in the middle, but the butterfly cannot do it, it must stop in the middle to recover its strength.

Butterflies can't fly in the sea!

Maybe it's because the sea is too big, or maybe it's because, even if it flies through the sea, I don't know if what it's looking for is still there.

Shi didn't stop, it knew that this flight would be its last, it had seen the sea, the breath of green was coming from the sea, Shi knew that once he flew too far into the sea, there would be no chance to return, its wings were powerless to support it until the time to return.

For the flying butterfly, there is no difference between fighting fire and water, the two have in common, they are the end of the butterfly, but one is in the blazing heat, turning into ashes, and the other is in a cold, forever sinking.

The stone didn't look back, it didn't think about what was behind it, it was like a burning meteor, rushing towards somewhere, never looking back.

The life of a meteor may be at that moment, living in someone's eyes, and with the brilliance of that moment, it is the eternity of the meteor.

Without the life of blue and stone, it will be like a meteor that no one sees, dying in silence, no one will miss it, let alone a trace of existence, even in anyone's memory, there is no it.

Without green, its whole life is just a blank.

The corners of Shi's mouth were overflowing with blood, and the blood of the butterfly was not bright red like a human, but a faint cyan, just like the color of blue and stone when they first met.

This pale cyan, and the bright color of the stone itself, gradually merge together, becoming a breathtaking color.

Look at it, like the color of the sky!

This indescribable color, like a flame, directly ignites the entire sea, and the reflection of the stone on the sea surface is incomparably bright, directly illuminating the entire sky.

The blood that the stone spits out is more and more, and its current flight depends not on its physical strength, but on its life, and it can only continue to fly and gradually approach the green by burning its few vitality.

Only Shi's eyes, from beginning to end, remained bright, suddenly, Shi's gaze instantly froze, falling on an incomparably familiar leaf, that is not green, but who is it?

It's just that Qing is no longer floating on the surface of the water at this moment, but floating up and down a few inches underwater, maybe it won't be long before it will completely sink into the sea, Shi Xin felt a pain, it spread its wings, and rushed towards the water, it was desperate.

The wings of the butterfly, once stained with water, can still flutter its wings and fly in a small number of circumstances, but if it falls into the water and is completely impregnated, it is difficult to fly.

If the sea is calm, it looks like a piece of jasper from afar, and it is beautiful, but only by entering the depths of the sea can you truly understand the cruelty of the sea.

For thousands of years, there are countless lives buried in the sea, a butterfly is not even a drop in the bucket for the sea, and the life of the stone, in its most glorious moment, is extremely cheap in the eyes of the sea.

This world has not changed in any way because of Shi's will to die, those who should live will still live, and those who should die will still die.

It's just that in the reincarnation of fate, who let out a silent sigh, this sigh, Shi can't hear it, and Qing can't hear it.

This silent sigh is a sigh for the fate of Shi and Qing, or a sigh for the ruthlessness of reincarnation in this world, or a sigh for a sigh that should not have appeared.

At the moment when Shi resolutely rushed to the sea, Han Shi, who was standing motionless in front of the heart of the turtle beast, had a tear in the corner of his eye slowly condensed, slowly leaving along his cheek, his heart was in the illusion, but his body was not, his tear was not for the fate of Shi, but for himself.

At this moment, he is the butterfly called Shi.

It was Seok who shed tears, not Han Seok.

Who has seen the tears of the butterfly, and even if they have seen it, who knows who they are shed for?

Under the surface of the sea, Qing seemed to smile and nodded lightly towards the stone, as if he had lost all his strength, and slowly sank towards the depths of the sea.

The stone hit the sea straight on the surface, with a circle of faint ripples, almost as soon as it appeared, it was swallowed by the waves around it, the stone just touched the seawater, there was a lot of buoyancy, supporting the speed of the stone sinking, the stone sank less than half an inch, and then resurfaced.

It does not have access to seawater.

This sea water is different from the water of ordinary rivers, the sea water is more buoyant, and the body of the stone, even if it is completely immersed in the seawater, it is difficult to sink.

The stone fluttered its wings frantically, and it saw the sinking figure of Qing, and its eyes, which were originally like paint, also became as red as blood in this incomparable madness, and such eyes, under the reflection of incomparable colors, revealed a trace of heart-pounding evil.

For a long time, Shi was no longer able to wave his wings, it floated quietly on the sea water where Qing sank, his blood-red eyes, staring at the direction of Qing's disappearance, a thick death breath reappeared on its body, Shi overdrew its already small vitality, and at this time, it was already dying.

Shi hated, that tear, it shed for Qing, it had long been ready to give that tear to Qing, but now, everything has come to naught.

Butterfly tears, every butterfly, only once in a lifetime to shed tears, and only the creatures that make butterflies truly emotional will get it.

Some butterflies, from birth to death, have pursued all their lives, but they have not found the creature that can make them cry, and they have never had tears until the end of their lives.

Once it can be stained with butterfly tears, that creature, although it can't live forever, can instantly understand the mind of the butterfly who shed tears for it, so that the two hearts have a chance to communicate at that moment.

Shi watched the teardrops, which shone like jewels, gradually fall into the depths of the sea, and the stone heart was like dead ashes.

Suddenly, the color of Shi's whole body faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into a kind of gray, just like the hair color of the young man in green shirt that Shi had seen that day, and the appearance of Shi was already like a dead leaf.

Shi's eyes were still blood-red, and it no longer looked under the sea, but raised its head to look at the sky, and its silent eyes seemed to ask why the sky was so kind to it.

Gradually, the stone fell into a trance, and in a blur, it saw that Qing had passed on his vitality to it, and Qing himself had broken off from the branch because of the exhaustion of his vitality.

Qing Jiang's hope for life was left to Shi, himself, and chose to die.

It also saw that Qing was struggling in pain in the wind, and when Qing was on the verge of death, he was still looking forward to it, looking forward to Shi being able to live, and looking forward to seeing Shi again, even if he just looked at it from a distance, he was satisfied.

Shi had fully understood Qing's intentions, and it finally understood that its heart felt an incomparable happiness.

But in the next moment, there was a desperate bitterness, which completely covered up this happiness, and only the pain of despair was left in Shi's heart.

This kind of pain, even in a blur and trance, makes it unbearable, and people who have not experienced the pain of the stone cannot understand it, let alone describe it.

This suffering, perhaps, is the meaning of samsara.

It's just that if even this life, death and reincarnation can't heal this pain, what is the meaning of fate to Shi?

Perhaps, all this, only under the soothing of love, will slowly subside, and will the sky no longer have tears.