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

you

worry about it, praise

Lilly wore a smile.

of the car once again and stood in

earlier, and in a panic, Blake had hurriedly carried her into the car, thinking she

stopped crying, and awkwardly stood up, grabbing each other’s hands, their gazes fixed on the black

turned out that Lilly had stepped out of the car

them both inside and reassured them, saying, “Sir, Ma’am, you haven’t done anything wrong. Don’t worry

honoring Tracy!

each other with complex emotions and

and talismans for burning, to send Tracy off. They bid their farewells, and there was no regret

to feel a sense

smiled mischievously. “Mom and Dad, I’m leaving! I heard I can be reincarnated

and nodded. “Yes, Tracy,

You’re still young, you can

Tracy’s parents stammered, “Huh?”

well, because, after all, I’ll be reincarnated into a very, very rich and influential family,

a mix of terror, surprise, apprehension, and

we be able

“Hey, remember this birthmark. I won’t recognize you

was a black

parents nodded

don’t

to recognize her, took a few steps forward, wiping her tears and saying, “Remember to come back… you

figure disappeared completely, and the vibrant yellow flames in

up, clapped her hands, and said,

“Live well.”

there will always be reunions, so stay

waved goodbye to them, got into the car, and drove

regained their