Love Is a Constant Sense of Debt (4K Remastered)

The Ferris wheel is a classic date spot.

An enclosed space.

A quiet atmosphere.

And a slowly ascending height.

As the steel and machinery rotate leisurely, the noise of the outside world becomes isolated, leaving only the soft sounds of breathing within, and the gaze shared-to-face.

Thus, even in this era of spiritual energy rejuvenation, the Ferris wheel remains as popular as ever.

"Xu Moli, come on up," said Xu Xi.

Xu Xi gently held Xu Moli's hand.

Together they stepped into one of the cabins.

Buzz––

The world began to turn.

The night seemed to flow between the steel parts like thick, syrupy darkness, enveloping the cabin inside and out Only tiny gaps allowed the evening lights of the amusement park to seep in.

There it was, colorful neon lights.

As the height rose, they flattened against the horizon, reduced to faint twinkles.

Then they were refracted by the glass into broken patterns.

Soft and ethereal.

Incredibly enchanting.

The girl blinked gently, and those scattered specks of light shattered into fine dots.

So slow...

The first thought Xu Moli had as she sat down on the Ferris wheel was simple and unadorned.

But she didn’t mind.

Because in this small, confined space, there was only her and her elder brother.

It was their moment, a private space named "Xu Xi and Xu Moli," undisturbed, quiet, and leisurely.

"Brother, have you been to an amusement park before?" Xu Moli asked.

She sat across from Xu Xi, turning her head to look out at the nighttime cityscape—those shimmering spots of light from buildings, which had grown smaller with the rise in altitude.

From Xu Xi's angle, he could see the soft glow of external colors caressing the girl’s profile, making her complexion seem impossibly smooth and radiant.

"Never," replied Xu Xi as he reached out to brush back her bangs.

"I didn't dare to when I was broke."

"When I had money, I didn’t feel like it."

Listening to Xu Xi’s answer, the girl turned her head, her expression showing surprise. Then her brows and eyes curved into joy, revealing her delight.

"In that case, I’m really happy," said Xu Moli.

“Why?”

“Because your first visit to an amusement park is with me,” she said softly.

Extending her fingers.

Slightly curling them.

A playful flick.

"Brother, that hurts~~~"

The interplay of light between shadow and brightness changed as their cabin moved, taking the shifting reflections along with them.

Xu Xi glanced at her helplessly and flicked her forehead again.

"Don’t say things that could be misunderstood."

"If anyone heard that, they’d easily misinterpret it."

"...I understand," said Xu Moli, nodding obediently.

Had she really taken the lesson to heart? Xu Xi couldn’t quite tell, nor did he plan to press the matter further.

Instead, he flicked her smooth forehead lightly again, as if to underscore his reprimand.

The Ferris wheel rotated at a steady pace. The heavy, steel-made cabin felt like tiny grains of sand spread across the galaxy, obscuring and revealing the moon’s silhouette in alternating intervals.

Xu Xi watched.

He watched the dance of moonlight and clouds.

"Here," reprimanding his mischievous little sister complete, Xu Xi offered her some candies—each one a flavor Xu Moli loved.

Lime flavor, blueberry flavor, strawberry flavor.

"Thank you, brother," said Xu Moli, accepting the candies with both hands.

Her nimble fingers carefully unwrapped one piece, placing it in her mouth as though savoring a rare treasure, tasting it attentively.

She savored it so slowly that her enjoyment seemed to outlast the flow of time itself.

She savored every detail, even more meticulously than one would attend to the trivialities of daily life.

“The candy you gave me is still the best, Brother.”

Xu Moli said with a smile. She didn’t eat all the candy in one go; instead, she carefully stored the remaining pieces in her small spatial compartment with profound care.

She said she wanted to save them to enjoy later, savor them slowly.

That expression.

It brought Xu Xi back to a long time ago, to when the witch first arrived in the real world. In those days, he had seen a strange dream.

In that dream, there were scenes of the witch traveling the world on her own, and also moments of Moli lying on a sickbed, her lifeless eyes fixed on the ceiling as she waited for her brother to return.

“If it’s not enough, you can always ask me for more.”

“There’s no need, Brother.”

The celestial maiden’s tone carried a playful warmth, and the way her lips curved into a smile was truly captivating.

“Moli has everything she needs with what you gave me.”

“This candy is so sweet—just one piece can last a very long time.”

As she spoke, Xu Moli’s gaze shifted once more toward the window.

In just a short while, the cable car had risen even higher. The crowd on the ground below had shrunk, fading into indistinct black dots that blended seamlessly into the night.

“Brother…”

Her light, airy voice grew faint under the mechanical rhythm of gears turning.

“These past two months, I’ve been very happy.”

“Truly… thank you, Brother.”

“For always indulging me, for always bearing with me, for accepting all of my whims and unreasonable behavior.”

Her delicate fingers clutched the iron railing unconsciously, as if hesitant.

As if unsure.

At last, she spoke a simple but honest apology: “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. I understand.”

Just at that moment, the cable car moved into its shadowed side. The interior dimmed, shrouded in darkness, obscuring their faces from view.

Even so, the voices echoing softly in the cabin remained as familiar and as gentle as ever.

The girl felt a pang of guilt.

She thought she’d stolen too much of Xu Xi’s time.

But Xu Xi didn’t see it that way. Light from the outside world streamed faintly through the cabin's glass, falling across his face like a tapestry—half in brightness, half cast in shadow.

“Moli, do you still remember the life we had in Blackstone City?”

Blackstone City.

That mortal sanctuary where, during the first simulation, Xu Xi and his sister relied on each for survival before joining the Heavenly Sword Sect.

“Mhm, I remember,” Xu Moli nodded.

Xu Xi smiled as he began to recount their days in Blackstone City, their lives intertwined in that city of shadows and hardships.

It was a life of adversity, where warmth came solely from the comfort they found in each other.

Cold.

And trembling.

“Moli, I’ve always felt terribly sorry toward you.”

Xu Moli’s pure, unclouded eyes reflected the silent, vast darkness outside, as well as the familiar figure standing before her.

She looked puzzled.

Why did her brother feel so burdened with guilt?

Xu Xi placed a gentle hand atop the girl’s head, his voice soft and soothing: “You see, I’ve always wanted to give you a life of abundance, but I failed to do that.”

“I carry such regret because when I saved you back then, it wasn’t so you’d endure further struggles.”

“Then, we joined the Heavenly Sword Sect.”

“Life began to improve—so much so that I thought those days of hardship were far behind us.”

“But I was arrogant...”

“I assumed that an environment rich in spiritual energy would be good for you, but in the end, it only caused you to fall into a years-long coma.”

“Moli, because of my mistakes, you lost some of the most important years of your childhood.”

Xu Xi paused for a moment, his tone growing tender with a sense of release: “That’s why I’ve cherished these past two months. They’ve made me feel as if I’m finally making up for the regrets of the past.”

Ah…

The world turned quiet.

Only her luminous eyes trembled gently in the stillness.

Xu Moli didn't know what kind of she could use to describe her feelings at this moment.

It was clearly Xu Xi who had saved her, and this fact alone surpassed everything—surpassed all words and expressions.

Yet, Xu Xi still felt remorseful, for not being able to bring her joyous life.

A phrase echoed in the girl's mind:

"Love is the constant feeling of owing."

"Brother..."

Xu Moli gave Xu Xi a soft smile.

That complex smile carried traces of her childhood innocence, the frailty of her sickly days, and the resilience earned through growth.

But it contained no sadness or tears.

Because such expressions would worry her brother.

"Brother, would you keep accompanying me in doing these selfish and silly things in the future?"

"Mm, of course I will."

The answer was affirmative.

The affliction of Heaven's Curse had long been cured.

But the heart's cracks caused by separation from her brother had only now begun to feel the warmth of healing.

The silent night sky.

A new fireworks display began to bloom spectacularly.

"Boom! Boom-boom!" The brilliant fireworks burned fiercely in their vibrance, dazzling and striking.

A colossal Ferris Wheel spun at a steady pace, lifting one pod after another to its peak.

Finally.

One of the pods pierced through the tail of the night sky.

The grinding of steel collided with the acrid smoke of fireworks.

The pod carrying Xu Xi and Xu Moli slowly rose to the highest point, offering them a panoramic view of the city lights stretching to the horizon.

"Brother, can I sit beside you?" Xu Moli suddenly asked.

Xu Xi agreed.

And so, the girl eagerly scooted over, resting her head against Xu Xi.

Blinking her curious eyes, she gazed with her brother at the fireworks outside watching the radiant streams of light scatter alongside sparse sparks.

Due to the pod’s position at the peak.

When the fireworks bloomed outside.

The interior of the pod would be enveloped by noticeable wave-like ripples of light and shadow, shimmering their palms—beautiful and dreamlike.

In this moment, Xu Xi thought of many things.

Moments from the first simulation, and more recent memories shared together.

Fleeting regrets intertwined with present events, shedding their former gloom.

"What are you about,?"

"I'm thinking about the time when you were little and clung to my leg crying because you didn’t want to go to school."

"How can you still remember something like that!"

The girl widened her eyes in disbelief.

Seeing his sister’s expression, Xu Xi couldn’t help but laugh. "Isn’t it perfectly natural for me to remember things about Moli?"

As he spoke, Xu Xi habitually reached out to pat Xu Moli’s head.

His fingers brushed against her dark, glossy hair.

And then something fabric-like.

"What’s this…?" Borrowing the faint light, Xu Xi saw the true form of the fabric—it was a jet-black cloth tying her hair back.

No. That wasn't entirely correct.

More precisely.

It was white cloth turned black by absorbed blood.

"Oh, this is..." Xu Moli began explaining to Xu Xi, and after a moment, Xu Xi understood the situation.

In the first simulation, Xu Xi had faced complete annihilation.

The items he left behind were limited to a wooden sword and fragments blood-stained clothing.

So.

At that time, Xu Moli picked up these meager "relics" and tied them into her long hair to remind herself not to forget her vow to seek revenge for Xu Xi.

"Change it, Moli."

"Alright, Brother."

Xu Xi reached out his hand.

He untied the bloodstained hair ribbon from the girl.

The past was the past. Now that they had reunited, there was no need to hold onto such things.

Under the blooming fireworks, Xu Xi gathered the girl's hair with delicate and gentle movements, replacing it with a new ribbon to tie it up.

"Brother."

"What is it?"

"Nothing, just wanted to call you."

Xu Moli suddenly burst into laughter, her smile radiant.

She clung to Xu Xi's arm, affectionately close, watching the remaining fireworks display together with him as their time on the Ferris wheel was about to end.

Shopping for clothes, going to the movies, strolling through malls.

Watching the sunrise, the ocean waves, the mist gather.

Enjoying her brother's cooking alone.

Occupying his space alone.

A two-month-long date, truly delightful...

The cabin was quiet, with only the sound of even breathing.

Outside the window, bright fireworks split the night.

Xu Moli somewhat understood why couples on Earth loved to choose Ferris wheels as a date venue.

It was quiet there.

So quiet that it separated the inner world from the outer.

As if, in the vast world with surging crowds, there was an exclusive space just for you and me.

Sweet to the point of being reluctant to let go.

"Brother," Xu Moli called out once more, her voice gentle yet clear in the vast night, "I will never track of you again."

Only you, it has to be you.

To venture into the future with you.

To witness the scenery with you.

No matter how long it takes, it will never change.

"Alright," Xu Xi responded to this whim as he always did.

The Ferris wheel slowly came to a stop.

The fireworks show hadn't ended yet.

When Xu Xi and Xu Moli stepped out of the cabin, colorful explosions still lit up the sky, burning brightly until extinguished.

"Moli, is there anything else you'd like to do?"

Xu Xi asked.

"No,, let's go home," Xu Moli shook her head.

Today had already been a wonderful time; there was no point in prolonging it any further.

She glanced back at the Ferris wheel.

A slight smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

Great, Brother's first amusement park visit was with her.

The first experience is always the most memorable.

Even if someday, someone else took Brother on a date, they would only be the "second."

As everyone knows.

People only remember firsts!

Xu Moli's expression was joyful as she tightly hugged Xu Xi's arm: "Brother, let's hurry, I'm a bit hungry."

"Alright, alright."

Xu Xi raised his hand.

He tore through twisted space, creating a passage leading directly to their courtyard.

Together they stepped through, one foot in the amusement park, the other in their spacious courtyard near the city center.

Moonlight spilled across the pond's surface.

The shimmering water reflected on the dragon's blood grass, giving it a bluish hue.

In the nighttime courtyard, everything was so peaceful and serene.

"Brother."

Xu Moli chuckled: "Today, I'd like to eat..."

Her smile suddenly froze.

As if sensing something, Xu Moli stopped in her tracks.

Confliction, regret, reluctance—all kinds of emotions appeared on her face.

"Is there something wrong, Moli?" Xu Xi noticed the girl's unease.

"Brother, don't you think that the victor deserves more rewards?" Xu Moli asked instead, rather than responding directly.

"Well… I suppose that does make sense."

"Since that's what you think, brother, I can rest assured now."

A light and fleeting coolness brushed like a dragonfly skimming the water.

It bloomed upon his cheek.

Before Xu Xi could even react to what had just happened, the night sky above the courtyard suddenly shattered, collapsing to reveal a panorama beyond the chaos.

Four familiar figures stepped forward one after another.

Krisha, Wu Yingxue, Ailei, and, unexpectedly, Servia.

"Stop fighting! Please, all of you, stop fighting!!"

Xu Xi had a terrible nightmare.

In his dream, apart from him, there were five supreme girls.

Even Servia—the hero who had gone completely silent after the simulation ended—was present among them.

"Master Wizard, this is no ordinary vile spirit anymore; we need to strike with force!"

She shouted like this.

Shielding Xu Xi behind her.

Then, Xu Xi dreamt of the heavens collapsing. The five supreme beings fought ever more fiercely, while chaos repeatedly cycled through restoration and destruction.

"That was truly a nightmare to remember…"

Xu Xi woke up in his bed.

The sunlight was bright and blazing, its heat piercing and illuminating his weary expression.

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