Reborn Conceited Soldier

People could create words that described everything, depicting everything in reality and some of the illusions. However, there were some things that could not be described with words. Perhaps the heavens were telling every living being that their abilities were limited, and there would always be some things that they could not do. Only by doing this would they be able to display the might of the heavens.    

Sikong Banyu's footsteps left a long trail of footprints on the snow. They were very clear but also very blurry. This was because even though the snowflakes could cover one's eyes, it could not cover the hand that was gradually opening the mist in one's heart. Seeing it clearly … But what was that?    

His heart was as calm as water. Everything under the cover of the snowflakes in front of him had become extremely clear. The quiet street no longer allowed any sound to disturb his tranquility.    

Some people said that the rain was the heaven that washed away all evil. After the heavy rain, the sky would clear up after the rain. As for the snow, this evil could not be washed away. It could only be covered up and then slowly melted away.    

The snowfall was getting heavier and heavier. Even the scenery trees by the roadside could not bear the pressure and broke under the pressure. Snow fell to the ground and continued to press down on the untiring land. When the sky collapsed, there was a tall man holding on. This was a saying that many people knew, but once the tall man lost his hold and fell, who could continue holding on? No one had thought about such a question, because they all knew that they only needed a single reason to comfort themselves. And whether this reason was real or fake, whether it was right or wrong, and completely meaningless.    

Just like Sikong Banyu right now, he wanted to know the reason why he was born, but felt that it didn't have any meaning. Instead, it was what life was like that was the answer he wanted to know.    

"Mhmm …"    

Suddenly, a groaning sound came from Sikong Banyu's side, interrupting his thoughts. He turned around and saw a familiar figure leaning on a trash can beside the alleyway's entrance that was already covered in snow. The figure was covered by a pile of snow.    

Sikong Banyu frowned. He walked up and gently brushed away the snow on the man's face. Then, he saw who it was. It was Liu Xia, the girl who left before the snow fell.    

However, the current Liu Xia's delicate face did not have the slightest hint of beauty. One side of her face was swollen and bruised. Two holes had been broken on her forehead, and snow was flowing down her cheeks. In the cold of the snow, the blood had stopped gushing.    

She opened her eyes weakly, as if she was carrying a heavy weight. However, there was no fear in her eyes. Instead, it was relief, an inexplicable spirit that she couldn't understand.    

"Cold …" Cold... "Right." Liu Xia said weakly. She didn't know if she wanted to call Sikong Banyu Mr. Han, or if she wanted to say that she couldn't bear the cold anymore. It didn't matter whether it was before the heavy snow or after it had fallen.    

Sikong Banyu stood where he was for a long time. He didn't know if he should give her a helping hand because he could save her now. He didn't know if he should save Liu Xia or let her continue to live in torment.    

"Sigh …"    

After a long while, Sikong Banyu sighed. He gently held Liu Xia's hand and put it on his shoulder. He pulled her up and leaned her against him as they walked slowly back to their living quarters.    

He lived in an old red brick two-bedroom at the end of the street. The house was poorly decorated. Besides some necessary furniture, there was only a sheet and a quilt on the bed. There was not even a pillow.    

Sikong Banyu opened the door and put Liu Xia on the reclining chair beside the stove. Then he opened the lid of the stove and made the fire burn more vigorously. Gradually, the temperature inside the cabin became warmer.    

He brought a basin of hot water and heated it over the fire. Then he found a towel and soaked it in hot water and twisted it. He wiped Liu Xia's face and wiped away the traces of snow on her hair and face. A basin of hot water turned into a basin of blood. Liu Xia had suffered some unknown injuries, and her injuries were quite severe. Actually, the best method was to send her to the hospital.    

However, Sikong Banyu didn't do that, not to mention Liu Xia, who had given up on living, the real reason was that Liu Xia's injuries were not only external, but her internal injuries were also serious. She had been injected with a nerve palsy drug, and although the drug's effect had run out, it had completely destroyed the circulation in her body.    

After doing all this, Sikong Banyu threw the water back into the pot and sat beside the fire, quietly looking at Liu Xia. He didn't have the slightest emotion in his heart. When he looked at the current Liu Xia, she was like a heartless person without the slightest bit of sympathy or connection. What he saw was only a creature that was wandering between life and death. That creature was standing at the boundary between life and death, wandering in a daze.    

"Humph!"    

After a long time, Liu Xia let out a faint groan. She opened her eyes with much difficulty and looked at Sikong Banyu, who was sitting calmly opposite her. She revealed a smile that she thought she was doing, but that smile was exceptionally ferocious because of the scar on her face.    

"Cold …" "Cold …"    

Liu Xia opened her mouth to speak, but realized that she didn't even have the strength to utter a few words.    

Seeing this, Sikong Banyu paused for a moment before he gently placed his hand on the edge of the fire. A stream of spiritual power then entered Liu Xia's body through the fire, controlling her already exhausted body.    

"Phew …"    

Liu Xia felt a comfortable feeling, like a person frozen in a world of ice and snow, suddenly feeling a touch of warmth, even though it was the truth.    

"This fire is very warm, Mister Han. Thank you for bringing me back." On the contrary, there was an indescribable loneliness and sorrow. She hoped that there would be no sadness and joy at the edge of life and death between the elites. With this, she no longer had any feeling in her life, but now it was all a dream.    

"Right." Sikong Banyu slightly nodded and didn't say anything. He picked up a metal rod and lightly knocked on the fire. The fire burned even more vigorously as he pried open the fire.