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Lin Luo watched as Mo Nan gazed despairingly at the sky, tears silently streaming down his face.
The cycle of justice and retribution he had always believed in had come crashing down upon him today. He thought that by desperately concealing the truth, it would never be revealed. Little did he know, while he deeply missed his parents, Mo Bei was also day and night longing for his own father and mother, who had long since vanished from sight.
He hated Lin Luo's parents for taking away all his happiness, yet he had cruelly replicated that same act, stripping Mo Bei of his joy.
This meticulously planned journey, which he had ensured was foolproof, had one oversight: the child he had stolen, the brother he claimed to have.
He had underestimated the power of hatred. While orchestrating this deadly journey, Mo Bei quietly altered the crucial final steps. He thought he was the master of this game but ended up as a mere pawn, clearing away all obstacles for Mo Bei except himself.
And Elida, the true brother who had been by his side since childhood, also fell victim to his misguided plans.
At this moment, how could he face him?
Before dying, Mo Nan looked up at the land that had nurtured him. Due to excessive blood loss, his body grew colder, as if he were plunging into an endless ice cellar. Fate twisted and turned until the punishment meant for him finally arrived.
“Elida, I’m sorry. Mo Bei, you won…” These were his last words before death claimed him.
Lin Luo watched as Mo Bei’s life flickered away bit by bit; her heart felt as if it were pierced by countless sharp blades. She collapsed beside Mo Bei and cried out loud.
She realized she had wronged him. With all her strength, she shouted, “Mo Bei, look at me! Look at me! You can pull through this; you promised me! Please promise me you’ll come home with me.”
Mo Bei struggled to open his eyes, filled with tenderness and reluctance as he gazed at the sorrowful girl. He spoke with great difficulty, “Lin Luo, I didn’t lie to you. The legend of that feather is true. I know it’s cruel to drag you into this massacre, but I had no choice. That feather represents our deepest blessing here. I want you to walk out of this place; it holds another meaning…”
Mo Bei's gaze drifted vacantly over Lin Luo, staring at the pure sky that had remained unchanged for centuries. He smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Lin Luo, please forget me..."
"You won't die, Mo Bei." Lin Luo cried, gripping the already cooling hand tightly. Tears streamed down her face like a burst dam. "Do you know, Mo Bei? I told my parents about us at the end of last year. I said I fell in love with a boy from the desert, who has the purest soul and the warmest smile. I will travel with this boy to Loulan, to let our love endure the toughest trials.
My parents were moved by our determination and faith. They want me to bring you home after our journey; they are eager to meet you. We will move forward together, graduate from university, and get married. Mo Bei, did you hear me?"
Lin Luo couldn't continue; she covered her mouth and let out a sorrowful sob.
"I am a child of the desert; staying here is my destiny. Lin Luo, do you know? In the legends of the desert, the hardest thing in the world is to cross Lop Nur, to traverse the forbidden zone of life—that is the greatest miracle. But after I met you, I understood that to be loved by someone, just for being you, is the true miracle of life.
Lin Luo, take this feather with you. Promise me you'll go out and give me a miracle. I am willing to stay in the desert, to be your Poplar Tree, to be our Poplar Tree. Promise me..." Mo Bei's voice grew weaker until it was barely audible.
The wooden box lay on the sand dune, stained crimson with Mo Bei's blood, like a gradually purifying flame.
It held no hatred, no bloodshed—only a steadfast eternal happiness guiding her through this desolate desert toward the path of life.
Lin Luo eventually emerged from Lop Nur, exhausted and collapsed in front of a research station.
After being rescued, she was sent back to Lanzhou. Out of a group of seven, six were buried under yellow sand; only Lin Luo survived. All her classmates at university regarded her as a hero, claiming she had created a miracle. Yet Lin Luo did not wish to explain anything; she knew that the true creator of this miracle was Mo Bei.
Before his death, Mo Bei left Lin Luo with two riddles and expressed his desire to remain in the desert as her Poplar Tree.
Lin Luo did not understand what this truly meant. Later, she received a substantial compensation from the insurance company—insurance that Mo Bei had purchased before—with her name written in the beneficiary section.
Later, Lin Luo donated the money to the Wind Prevention and Sand Control Association.
She hoped to use the money earned from Mo Bei's life to save Lop Nur, wishing that one day, a vast Populus Euphratica Forest would flourish there.
In her junior year, Lin Luo visited the desert once again. From the local residents, she heard legends about the Poplar Tree.
In the desert, the Poplar Tree has a lifespan of three thousand years.
It grows for a thousand years, stands for another thousand after death, and remains uncorrupted for yet another thousand.
Lop Nur is known as the Sea of Death, a forbidden zone for life. Yet it once boasted the most expansive Populus Euphratica Forest, where countless birds nested.
According to legend, if one could see peacocks flying down from the southern slopes of Tianshan over the Peacock River, they would gain a lifetime of happiness. Thus, it also bears another incredibly beautiful name: Peacock Sea.
As for that feather? Lin Luo always kept it tucked in her hair. Whenever asked about it, she would respond with happiness and determination, saying she had loved a young man who was a child of the desert...
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