What flows in the sky is not the dawn - it is the sky with black ash and human tissue floating like blood.

The ruins of the city can be seen from a distance, and the land is covered with millions of dead bones.

And he stood at the edge of the world, in the residual heat of the nuclear explosion, like a fugitive. The white source of light that came from nowhere was always protecting him, blocking him from the nuclear radiation. He seemed to be the only survivor.

Since six o'clock in the morning, I have seen the quiet hospital being instantly destroyed by the nuclear explosion, I have seen all the people celebrating the Fuyuan Festival die together in the nuclear explosion, I have watched the children reduced to fly ash and blackened corpses, I have seen the vendors suffering in the fire

The moment he ran away - he collapsed.

The rising pressure and tsunami-like negative emotions overwhelmed him, and he knew what this meant - there was no way he could not prevent the nuclear explosion.

All the good things will be buried, this is just a memory destined to be buried in the timeline. His memory will become her grave.

So before he collapsed, he weaved a fantasy dream for himself of birds rising into the sky.

[Success! Ming'an! It's past six o'clock and we can see the dawn! 】

He imagined her singing...her soft and dreamy singing...

Her black hair raised high, her robe like a white dove...

And she has been sitting in a wheelchair...

He slowly turned back and looked at her in the wheelchair.

The fog shrouding his eyes gradually receded, revealing Yueyue's true appearance at this time.

——It was the charred skeleton of a young girl.

There was no ponytail raised high, no flowing robes, no eyes, not even smooth skin.

Her legs turned into powder, sticky and connected to her tailbone. Her finger bones were slender and charred, and she clenched his hand tightly. Her spine bent forward, as if she wanted to hug him tightly before she died.

He woke up from a dream, and suddenly remembered that moment at six in the morning, when the glass was shattered by the impact, everything was crushed by death, countless bright lights rushed towards them through the curtains, her expression was like a photo

Still fixed, it turned into fire and dissipated at the moment of explosion.

During the nuclear explosion, she died in his arms. Her legs were burned off, and the flesh all over her body was festered and scorched black until she turned into a withered skeleton. Her black hair was burned in the flames... She didn't move.

He stared at this scene stiffly, holding her withered bones in the wheelchair, thinking about what she would say.

[My legs are numb after sitting all night and I can’t walk. Can I use your wheelchair...]

"..."

He clearly noticed something was wrong, but subconsciously corrected it in the direction of a reasonable explanation, thinking that nothing happened.

She could no longer move, but he had been chatting with a dead skeleton, yet he still treated her as alive.

He even subconsciously began to ask for help. Yueyue in his hallucination told him to go back and not to come again...

【happy?】

His pupils trembled violently, and he met her eyes, but in the next moment he could only see her skull with no eyeballs.

He squeezed her hand tightly, as if making a contract with her, but her soft skin disappeared, leaving only the hard and hot metacarpal bones.

Illusion and cruel reality intersect at this moment.

The ginkgo leaves on his head are also well protected by the source light. It turns out that Asa Akto will not die from the nuclear explosion at all. The source light of the world will protect him, and only other people will die in pain.

Ginkgo leaves glow with a blood-colored edge.

——Just like his blood-red eyes.

He stumbled unconsciously.

It was as if it had been turned into an empty shell without a soul.

"If there really is a next New Year..."

Subconsciously I want to keep her, and subconsciously I want to celebrate the New Year with her.

"I want to hear what you haven't finished speaking before..."

I want to read her stories, share the past with her, look forward to the future with her, and release floating lanterns with her...

"I want to talk to you until early morning..."

"I want to learn piano from you and play games with you..."

Imagine watching her singing, watching her sing like a bird.

He drove her through bloody suns and nuclear explosions, drove her to the edge of the world, and imagined traveling with her at dawn...

Want to be with her.

I want to live with her.

"..."

"..."

——But why let him carry her undead soul?

——But why let him be reduced to her tomb?

"..."

The hand holding her finger bones trembled uncontrollably. Sixteen times her body lay in front of him, and no one of them was more tragic than the one before him.

"sorry."

"..."

He tried his best.

He even thought for a time that he had succeeded.

He said this word so obscurely that it was like a sharp knife tearing at his soul.

No reply.

The blackened bones sat quietly in the wheelchair, just like she was still waiting by his bed in the early morning until six o'clock in the morning.

He didn't want to show off, he wanted to say that he was in pain all the time, his whole body was as hot as being roasted on a fire, his throat hurt like it was being torn, and the nerves in his brain were about to be shredded... In fact, he couldn't feel it at all from beginning to end.

To any degree of tranquility, for sixteen weeks, even one hundred and eighty medicines were tormenting his soul all the time...

But she can't hear it anymore...

But no one can hear it...

"clatter."

There was a sound of footsteps falling to the ground.

As harsh as a steel needle.

In the flickering firelight, Xiao Bi, with black hair and blue eyes, came to Su Ming'an with a huge data stream, and the blade pressed against his throat with a "swish" sound.

"The degree of mental breakdown is 99%. You have been completely invaded, Lewis." Xiaobi lowered her eyelids slightly: "According to the contract, I will take you away as per the contract."

Su Mingan raised his head:

"360 Security Guard, you are here..."

"Huh? I already told you, I'm not the 360 ​​you said, what the hell..." Xiao Bi still wanted to curse.

But she quickly stopped talking.

Between the sword surfaces reflecting silver light,

...she saw him crying.

"I'm sorry..." Xiaobi said. She felt that she shouldn't have spoken so harshly.

And he held the dead bones in his arms and apologized frantically with her:

"I'm sorry, I didn't do my best, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

The ruined world is too cold.

Don't leave her here.

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