"good."

"Is there such a place?"

"Yes, we will definitely go..."

Yueyue's voice stopped.

Her voice was interrupted by Su Ming'an's movements. She saw Su Ming'an sitting up, with messy hair, clenched fingers, and water in his eyes.

In the darkness, the young man's vision was trembling, and his pupils reflected her and the melting moonlight.

"Is there such a place?" he asked again, even his voice became dull.

"Of course." Yueyue said.

The world is big and we are still young. We always have enough time and there are always places we can go.

"Will there be? Is there... such a possibility?" he said.

"certainly."

"Do I have a... long, long future?" he said.

"certainly."

His pupils were kept tightened, as if he was listening to a touching and distant fairy tale.

They continue to imagine the future.

She said she wanted to learn more musical instruments. By then she would be like a music band, and it would be fun to play for him.

She said that Lu Shu recently wanted to dye his hair black. After all, he has returned to society now and is no longer a despised homeless man. His white hair always attracts attention. He wants to be a swordsmanship teacher in the future.

She said that Yamada Machichi had graduated ahead of schedule. He aspired to come to Ryukoku for graduate school and wanted to study psychology and become a psychiatrist in the future to enlighten more children who are confused about gender. He wanted Dongxue to be able to be brave from now on.

Become Yang Xia.

They talked bit by bit, like whispers before going to bed, gradually adding bits and pieces of their imagination about the future to this imagination, like children building sandcastles, until they built a structure that satisfied them all.

future.

The moonlight is silent, and the hour hand is getting closer and closer to twelve o'clock.

Su Mingan suddenly had a premonition of parting.

He looked at Yueyue. She was lying in a warm bed with medicine and water beside her. Seeing him looking over, her eyes were filled with melting moonlight.

"Ming'an?"

"The observer can come back, right?" Su Mingan said.

"Yes, I'm right here." Yueyue said.

Su Mingan was silent.

After a long silence, he spoke softly.

"That's good."

"That's good……"

At this time, footsteps came from the door. Lu Shu and Lin Yin walked in wearing pajamas: "Su Ming'an..."

I don't know why they had this premonition, but Su Mingan seems to be disappearing.

Su Mingan closed his eyes, knowing that this was still a trick of the gods. If he "accepted" this possibility and chose not to leave, he would be completely immersed in this dream and might never wake up again.

...No more, wake up?

He suddenly laughed. He had imagined more than once when he was on the verge of collapse that if one day he really died completely, it might be a kind of relief. The current dream made him feel happy. If he was really immersed in this dream

Not waking up would really...satisfy his occasional wish.

but.

He slowly got out of bed, and the moonlight shone on his face.

Yueyue stood up and held his hand tightly. She didn't say anything, she just put her hand on his wrist. It seemed like she wanted to tighten him, but also like she wanted to push him away.

The moonlight in her eyes is still unique to her.

"sorry."

He said.

Slowly remove her hand and fall into the melting moonlight in her eyes.

He opened his mouth in the deep sea, and the salt water choked his throat, completely blocking his last possibility of making a lively, unfamiliar voice of his own.

As long as you go home, that's fine. What I'm glad about is not that I can follow you into spring, but that I still have the opportunity to save people who are lost in winter.

While swallowing the bitterness, he smiled and said silently——

sorry.

I can't escape.

Yueyue's eyes began to lose color.

"This is the source of all the misery in your life," she said.

Everything began to lose its luster, the sweatshirt on Lu Shu's body, the drawing board in Yamada Machichi's hand, Lin Yin's guitar, Mo Yan's wooden sword, and what Yue Yue saw... so clear, so beautiful, it made people want to fall.

The moonlight of tears.

"But I wish you a bright spring... Ming'an."

The future that the two of them had built little by little collapsed.

The twisting whirlpool appeared in Su Mingan's field of vision again. He swallowed the bitter seawater, and was dragged into the deep sea bit by bit by the indescribable weight on his body. What was dragging his feet? He knew it better than anyone else.

Su Mingan.

Who is Su Mingan?

Hearing his own pounding heartbeat and touching his own hot tears, he understood the answer to this question like never before at this moment.

As if falling into the deep sea, the water invaded his senses, and the infinite pain shattered everything in front of him. The figures of Yueyue and others were shattered and disappeared.

He stumbled forward, his eyes were filled with dim black and white, but he couldn't hold onto anything. He was splashed with warm blood out of thin air - who did he think he could hold?

Perhaps even the organizers never thought that anyone could compete with them in a mortal body.

So this mortal never imagined that this journey would be so difficult.

——He opened his eyes in the deep sea where he was drowning, and saw the silent god in front of him.

The expression of the god remained unchanged, and only one minute had passed on the clock on the wall, as if the first player had really just had a short and unreal daydream.

He breathed rapidly, but there was still warmth and solidity in his chest.

Colorful flowers bloomed in his heart, and people's figures were stored in them forever and would not fall no matter what.

He felt very light, as if he had been solidified into an empty shell called salvation. At the same time, he felt very heavy, with countless lives sinking into his heart.

he does not know.

——How could a fantasy dream of returning home touch him so much?

he does not know.

Maybe he knows.

"Do you feel hopeless?" the god said: "Its name is HE·After returning home. No one remembers your efforts, no one remembers who you are, and you even lost your most trusted friend. This is your future...

…I’m sorry for giving you a nightmare.”

The corners of Su Mingan's eyes were so dry that there wasn't a single tear.

He felt that his life was like a movie with no ending, and even short-lived dreams could not appear in the plot.

——Drinking wisdom is like piercing a sword of balance. You cannot escape or perish. You should be kind to the world, regardless of love or hate.

The savior who is willing to suffer bears the expectations and blame of the world——

So blood spread all over the ground and blossomed into flowers.

After a long silence, Su Mingan spoke very softly and slowly.

"God."

The gods watched him.

"I..." Su Mingan said:

He looked at the moonlight outside the window. It was flowing, clear, and like her.

"I like this story very much."

The story you tell me is a story that is uniquely mine.

I love this…

He closed his eyes and suppressed his suffocating, moonlight smile.
Chapter completed!