Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Lilly gazed vacantly at the available options as if each one posed a fatal question and selecting any of them would be deemed wrong.

“Why must there be blame?” Lilly whispered. “Why are we compelled to divide ourselves into right and wrong?”

Considering this perspective, a clear stream of thought rushed into her mind instantly.

The clear stream flowed, jolting her racing mind awake in an instant.

Wait… Lilly was perplexed.

Was there a limit to what’s right and wrong?

Doesn’t that contradict cause and effect?

Cause and effect are cyclical and boundless.

So why must there be boundaries between right and wrong, and why must we label someone as wrong?

Lilly experienced a sudden enlightenment, and her eyes became crystal clear as the few options in front of her vanished without a trace.

She gazed ahead as if overlooking everything.

She saw life, each one was a shining star, converging into a vast sea of stars that now filled her vision.

Lilly smiled, and with a flick of her wrist, she put away the pen.

The pen of judgment merged with her mind, suspended before the sea of stars in her eyes.

The sea of stars and the pen of judgment moved and rotated slowly, following invisible rules.

“So, that’s how it is,” Lilly suddenly realized. “It’s so simple, just look at the sea of stars, look right in front…”

Hearing her muttering, Blake questioned, “What?”

No, it couldn’t be that simple.

and she exclaimed cheerfully, “I

“Well… you truly

it,

Lilly wore a smile.

car once again and stood in front of

suddenly freeze earlier, and in a panic, Blake had hurriedly carried her into

each other’s hands, their gazes fixed on the

had stepped out of the car again as if

them, saying, “Sir, Ma’am, you haven’t done anything wrong. Don’t worry about what those bad people

honoring Tracy!

emotions and walked slowly as if they had come to

hall, there was a table with incense and talismans for burning, to send Tracy off. They bid their farewells, and there was no regret or tears as

feel a

can

and nodded. “Yes, Tracy, you’re

you too much! You’re still young, you can have a second child! I’ll come

Tracy’s parents stammered, “Huh?”

must take care of your health! Live well, because, after all,

of terror, surprise, apprehension,

we be able to

remember this birthmark. I won’t recognize you when the time comes, but you’ll know

was a black mark

nodded repeatedly.

remember, don’t

vanished once again, Tracy’s mother, unable to recognize her, took a few steps forward, wiping her tears and saying, “Remember to come back… you must come

figure disappeared completely, and the vibrant yellow flames in

clapped her hands, and said,

“Live well.”

this vast world, even after parting, there

to them,

parents regained