amaotonovel Chapter 313 [Empire] His light belongs to him.
Chapter 313 [Empire] His light belongs to him.
As the sky brightened, the first rays of morning light barely piercing the horizon, I decided to walk to school. The city's environmental simulation system remained as normal, the morning air refreshing with a hint of chill. As the clock ticked, the system silently transitioned to the new day.
The snow-covered Christmas scene gradually receded, replaced by a vibrant green landscape. The system's precise control allowed nearly every detail to approach perfection, as if seamlessly integrating the rhythms of nature with the virtual environment.
As I walked along the streets, the snow beneath my feet, left over from the previous night, gradually melted, leaving the ground moist and springy. The air was filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees, and the surrounding buildings glowed warmly in the morning light. Even in a virtual environment, I could feel this natural atmosphere.
I shed my coat and felt the temperature begin to change. The air was no longer biting, but gradually warmed, suitable for wearing lighter clothing. The sky above turned from gray snow clouds to a clear blue, and the sun shone through the leaves, casting mottled shadows.
Walking in the gradually warming green shade, I couldn't help but feel more relaxed. Everything that happened yesterday, especially the nightingale's provocation and that unsettling proposal, seemed to have quietly dissipated in this warm morning as the temperature rose.
I no longer thought about those messy things, I just wanted to get to school as soon as possible to greet a new day that belonged to me.
Nightingale's message came to my mind, and I glanced at the screen: "That person is so shining. Don't you want to be able to stand beside him in a matching look?"
The words dancing on the screen seemed to shatter my originally calm state, and then the image of Wen Ya suddenly emerged. I could almost see his graceful figure on the stage, his white sleeves fluttering with the notes, but there was a hint of loneliness in his eyes, as if he maintained an unreachable distance from the world.
Nightingale's words were like a thorn, piercing deep within my heart—matching? Did he mean standing beside Wen Ya, becoming the one worthy of him?
I took a deep breath, closed the message box on my Xinguang laptop, and swiped it closed without hesitation. I didn't reply, nor did I think much about it. Since he wanted to provoke me this way, then let him do it. Nightingale was always good at teasing people's hearts in this seductive way. Did he think I would be swayed by Wen Ya's radiance? He was wrong.
Wen Ya, the man on the stage, is indeed dazzling, but I always know that his brilliance belongs to him.
And I, perhaps, am destined to never stand on that dazzling stage and become his foil. No, to be precise, I don't need to fight for that position.
I have my own path to follow.
I quickened my pace and walked into the familiar campus. The air was filled with the fresh scent of morning, and light filtered through the branches onto the ground, bringing a sense of peace. I stopped thinking about those insignificant things. The nightingale's words drifted away like the wind, disappearing behind me.
Today is another brand new day.
The young plant had indeed spared our mung beans. Although the seeds hadn't sprouted, at least they hadn't been completely sucked dry. I breathed a sigh of relief; after all, its appetite was even more voracious than I'd imagined.
It still appeared bloated, like a gluttonous little animal, quietly perched there, completely in no rush to continue eating. A sense of contentment emanated from each of its leaf tips, as if it no longer needed any more energy. Its posture was slightly bent, as if completely immersed in a state of oversaturation, lazily.