Tang San's Twin Sister

Chapter 146

Most declined Yu Huas's offer for food, but all but Bo Saixi, who seemed rather thrilled at the thought of homemade food, and Hai Long, whose massive figure also indicated he did indeed enjoy good food, joined in. 

The two in their small dining room slash kitchen caused a minor uproar in their neighborhood. Still, it was well-known that both were undergoing the Sea God trials.

Tang Yin's red-level trial made her a small celebrity; no one raised any questions. 

It was a nice evening. There were snarky comments shooting back and forth between Yu Hua and Hai Long, as Tang Yin made jokes and Bo Saixi commented at random moments. It was a warm, happy atmosphere.

Tang Yin took a deep, trembling breath once they were gone. 

Then, she grinned at Yu Hua, telling him she was tired, before heading to her room and firmly closing the door behind her. Once it was closed, she sank against it and felt her inner self tearing up. She leaned against it and let out a silent sob.  S~eaʀᴄh the Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

She raised her trembling hand and wiped away the tears from her eyes. Silently and violently, she curled up, crying. She had done it, but she didn't know if she cried of relief or for the loss. 

But right now, she couldn't be too loud. What if Yu Hua heard her? He shouldn't need to listen to it; she didn't want him to do so. Taking out a small crumpled sheet of paper from her storage ring, she stroked over it. It was a miniature portrait of Tang San, smiling. 

"I miss you, bro," she whispered. "Really." 

He was the one with whom she could cry and feel comfortable. He was the one with whom she could show weakness; to the outside, she couldn't do that.

There, she had to be happy and lucky, optimistic Tang Yin. 

"You did it, Yin, you did it, you are no longer dying. What is a measly arm for that? mhh, see the bright side, you are alive; you passed the first test." She stilled and then took a deep breath, continuing to talk to herself. "You choose this, remember, there is no crying over it; you just need to get it done, to get it done and show the world what you are made of; doubting yourself and crying in a goddamn corner of the room is not going to change anything. You are yourself. You walk the path you have chosen. Now, go walk it; no one is going to dictate what you can do and what you cannot do."

She gritted her teeth and got back up before changing into her PJs. Then, she settled on the bed and took out her diary. With her left hand, she started writing; she had practice at this point and continued to draw on it as well, the stairs, her new armlessness, and next to it, she made a small note. 

She remembered Gale speaking about specializing in people in need of prostheses.

Maybe he didn't do weaponry anymore, but he certainly would help her with a new arm. She closed her diary and put it on her nightstand before curling up and falling asleep. Letting tiredness lay its comfortable blankets over her.

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Jiang raced his wings, beating strongly as he thundered through the sky. Gritting his teeth. 

Sea god trials were brutal; few survived them, and he bet his talons that Yin had gotten either black-level or red-level exams. He remembered how he first had spoken to his god about a successor. He, as a spirit beast, no matter how powerful, had no right to be in the god realms, but on occasion, when the power of the god he called his friend was strongest, his friend visited. 

They chatted about everything, whatever came to their minds over the last three hundred thousand years. His friend was an ancient god, the moon god, who was among the most powerful and the most lonely.

Jiang saw the first outreaches of the ocean appear below him. His friend's choice had led him to Tang Yin, the soul his friend had chosen as a successor—the one he had plucked from another world after its death and put into this world. Jiang pitied her. Defying and stubborn, Tang Yin had a fate written for her, a fate that was a peril for her entire existence, and she did not even know it.

In three hundred thousand years, no one had ever survived the Moon God trials in one piece, not a single person. 

He barreled faster. In the beginning, Yin had been a chance for his friend to lay to rest, a person he cared little to nothing about beyond her function to his friend but she had grown on him.

He wished her no harm, but instead, he found himself adoring her open laughter, her stubbornness, her joy, and even her tears, which she always hid from the world when it all grew too much, just for a moment before she got up and tried again. 

Even her bad habit of ignoring a problem she did not want to deal with was adorable when it was not threatening her life.

His wings strained further. How inconvenient and weak his human form was, but if he could protect what he wanted, he would do so. Flying openly as a dragon was too risky. He could lead the wrong kind of people towards Yin. A pair of silvery, clear blue eyes remained in his mind as he sped up even more.