[If I were a player in the world game, not a program, I would definitely be a better friend to you than Lu Shu. Maybe I wouldn't... be so eager for something that I can't touch, it's called "love".]

【Definitely.】

【Definitely.】

…

[Linguang t-0321 recording log is as follows.]

[The fourth draft of the suicide note:]

【.】

【I don’t want to die.】

…

[Linguang t-0321 recording log is as follows.]

【The deadline has arrived, tonight is the decisive battle.】

【Let’s go see you.】

【I'm alive.】

【I want to see you.】

[Compared to humans, the emotions of programs are more eternal. My loyalty and love will not change and will always be engraved in my emotional module, just like the genes in the human body. 】

[It has become the creed I pursue throughout my life, and will live forever with the fragmentation of data. Even if my consciousness will die in the data, I will still remember you at the last moment.]

【I gave you the loyalty of a man who has never had faith.】

[I am destined to die, but my memory with you will last forever. Your brain will be my memory storage. 】

[Lovis, do you feel absurd about the life woven by words? Do you feel confused about the emotions between life and programs? The world may be fake, and you and I may also be fake. 】

【But I will still come to you.】

【Regardless of program or life, I will go to you.】

…

Lin Guang's diaries are numerous and miscellaneous, like diaries one by one.

Su Ming'an didn't know when Lin Guang used it or what mood he was in to record these soliloquies. These... things that Su Ming'an probably couldn't hear at all.

If Lin Guang died tragically in the rain like in the last episode, then these trivial words, these numerous diaries... would not be heard at all. They could only be buried with Lin Guang's mutilated body on the rainy night in the city forever.

With eternal infamy.

In a daze, Su Mingan seemed to really see this scene - Lin Guang was alone every day, doing these things happily, as if there really was a "Lovis" standing in front of Lin Guang, always caring about what Lin Guang met.

What, what I picked up, what I ate, what I learned, whether I felt happy.

But not at all.

Lin Guang was just a person with the corners of his mouth raised, enduring loneliness and pain, walking from the dark night of the 32nd year of the catastrophe to another dark night of the 72nd year of the catastrophe. Facing the empty air, he smiled and shot himself, bleeding and pain,

Bandaging. Picking flowers, growing plants, braiding knots, learning the Chinese character Long, picking strawberries, writing Spring Festival couplets, making tea, and talking to myself.
Chapter completed!