"Divine Lord Lingguang, how is it that I'm only seeing you after being back for so long?" I asked, full of doubt. My words lingered softly in the air, tinged with the eagerness and curiosity of a long-awaited reunion.
Zhuque lowered her head slightly, then slowly spoke: "When I was in the Lower Realm, I accidentally suffered some injuries. Fortunately, after our Divine Lord returned to his position, he graciously allowed me to rest and recover, so I've been recuperating for a few days." Her voice was crisp and melodious, like a mountain spring flowing, yet it carried a hint of fatigue and weakness. Her vibrant red dress seemed to lack a bit of its usual flamboyance at this moment, replaced by a stillness born of the vicissitudes of time.
I was just about to retort, the words almost slipping past my lips: *It was clearly your Divine Lord who injured you after turning into a demon.* Yet, upon second thought, wasn't I the root cause of all this? It was I who had driven him into demonization. Thinking of this, the words poised on the tip of my tongue were abruptly swallowed back, and I slowly closed my mouth. Endless guilt and remorse surged in my heart, the complex emotions washing over me like a relentless tide.
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