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Love is the courage to die for a person, something, or even a world.

Although the man did not even have a name, no appearance, no love. The friendship he longed for, Luves' care, human emotions and smiles did not belong to him. The whole world, including the gods, treat him with evil.

But in the end he chose love.

Silent and tragic, romantic and desperate.

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What is love?

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——No need to ask.

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That day, it rained all night in the two-dimensional world, and it stopped at the moment when the bell rang.

That day, a beautiful, elf-like scarlet butterfly crossed the night sky, like tearing through the gaps in the dark, carrying the flower fairy who brought spring.

People wake up from the resonance, raise their heads, embrace each other, and step forward.

Only one person stayed in place.

There is no white-haired young man in this world who would call him "Luves", no longer the character Long Guo that he had not learned, his more than a thousand paintings, his unfinished drafts, his unfinished flute songs, and his unmodified tea.

His 40 years of waiting ended, he wrote down 12,398 ginkgo leaves diaries, studied 6,537 Chinese characters in the Dragon Kingdom, made 3,628 cups of tea, read 2,298 poems, drew 1,267 paintings about Luves, and compiled 287 loops...

This is everything he left behind.

Summer insects cannot speak of ice.

Live.

With his memories, live as dawn is approaching.

In this way, he never died. As a friend, he sincerely wishes him happiness forever.

What is love?

No need to ask.

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After the white-haired youth dissipated, the surrounding buildings lost their way, and bricks and stones and broken tiles squeezed down towards Su Ming'an.

Standing not far away, Noel saw Su Mingan standing between the layers of buildings motionless.

"——Su Ming'an! Dodge!!" Noel shouted.

It seemed as if the slow button was suddenly pressed to release it. In Noel's sight, Su Mingan slowly fell forward slowly. With the dawn rising behind him.

Su Mingan's gaze was frozen in the distance in the morning light for a moment, as if he wanted to condense this morning in the retina forever, and soon blurred his gaze, and his eyes were shaved lightly on Noel.

The eyes gradually turned into nothingness, as if they had suddenly faded away.

Noel's breathing stagnated for a moment, and he almost thought he would drown in that sight.

...Why does he have a feeling?

...He seems to lose Su Mingan at any time.

With a "thump", Su Mingan fell into the rain. The rain filled his ears and his face was pale, like a gray-white corpse. If he died one day, this would be the same.

The invasion of Rose Blood, the long-term whisper of Tawei, the abuse of mental stabilization agents, the emotional resonance of repeated self-harm, the tense mental stress, and the loss of pain. A number of negative effects are superimposed to make people suffocate.

He kept falling in his drowsiness, as if he had fallen into the deep sea.

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When he was in a coma, Su Mingan had a dream.

In the dream, a white-haired young man held an umbrella and waited for him in the rain.

The rain slid down the oil-paper umbrella, and Su Mingan stepped forward, stood with the white-haired young man, looking at the ginkgo tree in the distance.

The silky spring rain fell on the leaves, rolling up golden all over the sky, like golden butterflies flying in the wind. Perhaps because of dreaming, Su Mingan's thoughts were a little blurred. He didn't know who the white-haired young man was, nor why he dreamed of this young man.

"What's your name?" Su Mingan asked.

"..." the white-haired young man answered him.

"What's your name?" Su Mingan didn't hear it clearly and asked again.

"..." The white-haired young man answered him, and he still had the answer to it.

"I have asked you twice, and every time you just say your name, I forgot it." Su Mingan was a little annoyed.

He suddenly felt his nose sore. It seemed like a gray-haired young man had no name, which was a pity.

The white-haired young man was slightly stunned, but raised his lips and smiled slightly.

He has a pair of light pupils, his white hair is like flowing mercury, his temperament is gentle and pure, like a smiling angel Samoyed without silt:

"It's okay, I don't have a name, it's okay."

"As long as you are my friend."

He approached and touched Su Mingan's forehead with his forehead, as if he was comforting.

Although Su Mingan didn't know the name of the young man, he thought that the young man must have a very good name.

He and the white-haired young man stood side by side in the rain, staring at the endless heavy rain. The rain slid down from the sky, sprinkled into the grass beside them, and blew away the ginkgo leaf carpet all over the ground.

The rainwater gathered and dispersed everywhere, like blooming white flowers.

They waited for a long time, and Su Mingan forgot why he stood here.

Until the white-haired young man took out a bamboo flute and started playing it quietly, this was a tune that Su Mingan had never heard before, and the sound was crisp and nice.

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So Su Mingan asked the white-haired young man:

"What are you waiting for?"

When the white-haired young man heard this, he raised his head. The moonlight shone on his fluttering white hair, like melting the white snow on the mountain that never melted all year round.

Between the dark green mountains, a lonely geese are flapping its wings and flying towards the warm south.

When the first ray of sunlight spread on the white-haired young man's shoulders, his figure gradually dissipated, like a blown foam.

The white-haired young man chuckled softly. Finally, he touched Su Mingan's forehead with his forehead. The smile was not impurities, as if there was a simple happiness-

I can only see the dawn in the sky, like a meteor in the daytime.

"I." He said before dissipating:

"I'm waiting for a spring..."

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【It's great to meet you, Luves.】

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【Be friends with me, Luves.】

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【Be friends with me, Luves.】

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【friend.】

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【friend.】

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【like.】

【like?】
Chapter completed!