The Protagonist’s Sister Is Actually The Strongest Chapter 273: Chapter 263: The Flame Of Your Hearts

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Chapter 263: The Flame Of Your Hearts ----- “For the first time in my entire life, Anna, I felt truly alive…” smiled the heavenly empress. “When I did something nobody else would do with their food. When I ran into the village in the middle of the night carrying bags of food and went into the darkest and most dangerous places of the village. And I met them, the children; they looked at me with fear. They thought I was going to beat them like the other thugs…” The scene changed, and it showed exactly what she described. The young empress was in front of the children, hiding in the corners of the village covered in mud and filth. “Hahh… Hahh…” she was gasping for air, looking at their misery. With pity. And empathy. “Please calm down… I won’t hurt you,” she sighed. “Here, please eat… I brought everything I have. It’s mostly rice and seeds. T-There’s some fish in there- Woah!” The children immediately jumped towards the bags of food, tearing them open and eating the seeds, rice, and the grilled fish. They were like savages, and the little crane was afraid of them for a moment, but she didn’t back down; she remained there until all dozens of them finished eating. She noticed as they ate that they didn’t fight for the food and equally distributed it, or well, as much as they could. “It felt satisfying to finally do something in my life…” the empress sighed. “To finally act, even as weak and pathetic as I was. I helped people… I made of my life something else than just the empty husk I had become after my parent’s deaths.” “Master…” I couldn’t help but smile at her. “And what happened?” I asked. “Once they finished eating, well…” The girl stayed there until they finished eating, and then she smiled back at them with a gentle smile. “Was it tasty?” she asked. The kids felt slightly weird, afraid even now… Why would someone ever give them anything? In this harsh world full of shit? They thought it was a scheme, that she wanted to manipulate them or something; maybe the food was poisoned and she was going to use their bodies for something. “W-What do you want from us?” “Why did you feed us? Was it poisoned?” “Just why did you show us kindness? What’s the reason?” The kids asked; the black cat was there too; the boy had grown up a lot and looked… very bitter, glaring at her with suspiciousness. “She’s probably up to something! I’ve only seen a white crane before, and she just ran away when I met her! She’s no good; she poisoned us or something!” “It’s you,” the girl said. “Listen, I’m really sorry… A-Ah, I got some more fish here; can you give it to your sister?” “My sister?!” The kid started crying, slapping the girl’s hand as the fish fell in the mud. The kids gasped due to the waste of food. “My sister died! She died of hunger… Her little body… her little body couldn’t hold on anymore… Mom used to feed her milk, but mom grew sick and died… I couldn’t… I couldn’t protect her… I was… I’m a terrible brother…” The boy fell to the mud, crying tears of regret and sorrow. Hue Xian remained in silence, looking at him, regretting her own decisions. If she hadn’t run away that time, if she had invited them to her house. If she had fed the boy and his sister… She wouldn’t be dead right now. “Maybe most people would find it stupid to ever blame yourself for something outside of your control,” the empress sighed. “But to me, that moment… It impacted me more than you imagine. It made me realize that there was a way for me to change people’s fate. If only I had done the right thing, if only I had given food—something as simple as food, which I always had plenty of—lives could have been saved. And the boy in front of me wouldn’t be crying.” “I-It wasn’t exactly your fault-” “It was!” she roared. “It was my fault she died! It was my fault my parents died too! This is my penitence; these are my sins! I carry many with me. The regret, the guilt! I… this is also part of my power. The power of Hope… Forgive me, I… I lost my composure. So old I am, yet to