The moth died, and then what?
She had avenged Hong Siyu and the employees of the Abnormal Strategy Bureau and avenged the dangers that Lin Xiaolu had once faced, but then what?
"[You will be just like me]."
The words spoken by Mosi before his death seemed like nonsense, but when Emerald Sparrow felt the emptiness afterward, she somehow understood the emotions in her heart:
She wanted to continue, she wanted to find more enemies and then, by her own hand, dispose of all these people—
An abrupt call rang out behind her.
It was a voice Emerald Sparrow was all too familiar with; she didn't need to turn around to know it came from her daughter, Lin Xiaolu.
She slowly turned around, her somewhat reddened blue eyes looking in the direction of the voice to see Lin Xiaolu and Bai Jingxuan helping Xia Liang, the three of them limping toward her.
At this moment, Lin Xiaolu was looking at Emerald Sparrow with hesitation, her face showing concern and a touch of fear.
Was her current appearance frightening?
Emerald Sparrow couldn't help thinking this.
Staring at the three girls in front of her, for the first time she found herself at a loss for words, realizing that revenge, especially such bloody revenge, was something children should not see.
Even though she knew they would grow up and understand all this, she didn't know how to begin speaking now.
She and Lin Xiaolu just silently looked at each other, and for a while, neither of them spoke.
Emerald Sparrow suddenly thought.
Once upon a time, it was precisely because she, as a father, was unwilling to tell his daughter anything, didn't want her to be exposed to anything, just wanting to bear it all alone, that they ended up in such a state.
She felt it was protection, but to the child, it was actually an adult's arrogance.
If now she maintained her silence and continued to hide everything, would it...
Emerald Sparrow's complicated thoughts were interrupted because Lin Xiaolu suddenly said so.
Her face still showed some uncertainty, but her gaze toward Emerald Sparrow was filled with determination, and then she slowly extended her hand forward.
This gesture seemed to pull Emerald Sparrow back to two years ago.
When An Ya died, she had a big quarrel with her daughter, who then chose to run away from home silently, going to a classmate's house without telling her anything.
At that time, Lin Yun searched through the streets, and it was only because the classmate's parents revealed information that he found her. It was then. Lin Yun stood outside the door, disheveled, while Lin Xiaolu stood inside, full of hesitation.
But at that time, it was him who extended his hand.
He also said then, "Let's go home."
Looking at her daughter's outstretched hand, Emerald Sparrow subconsciously wanted to grasp it, but then suddenly remembered that her own hands were actually covered in fresh blood, looking very frightening.
She did not want her daughter's hands to get stained with blood.
So she once again silently withdrew her hand.
As memory and reality overlapped, in a trance, she seemed to be back in front of that apartment building's door, standing outside, facing the little Lin Xiaolu who hid behind her classmate, separated by the door frame as if divided into two worlds.
She faced that little daughter, but this time, she no longer dared to reach out her hand.
Then, she saw the daughter in front of her move.
Lin Xiaolu suddenly emerged from behind her classmate, running swiftly toward her, then her appearance shifted, and in the blink of an eye, she became the 14-year-old Lin Xiaolu. She rushed to Emerald Sparrow's side, disregarding Emerald Sparrow's attempt to avoid her, grabbed her hand which should have been stained with fresh blood, and held it tightly in front of herself.
The daughter once again, earnestly, solemnly said this to Emerald Sparrow.
In that instant, the cage of past memories seemed to shatter completely, Emerald Sparrow being led back to reality by her daughter's hand, standing once again under the vibrant morning sun.
The girls in front of her were all watching her, some with serious expressions, some with worry, and others filled with admiration.
She thought to herself inexplicably.
Then she opened her arms, slightly lifted the corners of her mouth, and embraced the girls who rushed to her firmly, tightly.