It's so hard for someone as broken as me to have to pick up every single piece of my broken body and love me back together.

He tried to piece himself back together, only to find that the fragments had long since lost their original positions and colors.

His mind was calm as still water, yet he had completely lost his way.

However, in his most despondent moment, a clear voice entered his ears.

"Wake up, come with me."

He grasped the hand extended in front of him.

In every day that followed, he was incredibly grateful that he had seized the opportunity.

She saw countless fragments of him.

She happily picked through the piles, muttering to herself, "This patch is yours, and that patch is yours too..."

Later, she pieced all the broken fragments together, merging them into a complete version of him, filling all the voids.

He could not see any trace of breakage.

But she turned and left.

Her arrival seemed solely to piece him together.

Now,

He shattered even more...

This time, it was shattered beyond recognition, and no one would pick it up again.

After all, he's so troublesome, and he might even prick the hand that's trying to pick him up again.

Nobody likes trouble; even those who get close to them are afraid.

He started to feel somewhat lost and confused. He seemed to care about nothing, but in the end, there was nothing he should care about anyway.

He didn't care about anything happening around him and seemed indifferent to everything.

He felt as if he were in a fantasy world, gradually becoming disconnected.

His soul was wandering.

Until she reappeared.

She picked up the fragments, one by one, even those without a trace.

She sewed and patched, repaired and filled things.

Under the moonlight, she looked like a fairy descended to earth, untouched by the dust of everyday life.

The clear smile in his eyes seemed to say, "Look, I've repaired the cracks in you again."

This is such a hassle.

He's a really troublesome person.

He didn't want to bother her anymore.

However, she did not leave. Instead, she squatted down, gently picked him up, and their eyes met. Her gaze was firm yet tender.

He tried hard to control his emotions.

He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately followed her out of the darkness. The moonlight shone on them, illuminating the path ahead.

They walked for a long time on that lit road.

Not long after.

When he turned around, he was surprised to find that the road had already branched off, each with its own unique scenery.

There is more than one destination, but no matter what, they can never find a single exit.

He stood at this fork in the road, filled with confusion.

Close your eyes and try to listen to your inner voice.

However, the sound of the wind seemed to mock his indecisiveness.

He looked back and saw that they had walked a long way, and there was still that silent little figure beside her.

He's still that troublesome kid.

This can't go on.

That tiny figure grew up little by little in a place unseen by everyone.

this time.

It's his turn to light the way for her.

The road was rugged and uneven, with the wind whistling in my ears; I stumbled and bumped even before I set foot on it.

He still managed to do it.

But I never expected that the end of the road would be reached so quickly.

It was so fast that it caught him off guard and left him in a panic...

But it doesn't matter anymore. He will accompany her in another way. He can't cross time and space, but that can't stop him from crossing other boundaries.

In the final moment, she discovered the signs that he had shattered again.

She was angry.

That was the first time she got angry.

He was at a loss.

She exhausted all her resources to fix him from his broken state.

She said she would keep watching him.

He dared not.

He thought to himself, why am I always causing her trouble?

She left, vanished from this world, vanished from his world.

He never tormented himself again.

She said she would keep an eye on him.

So he was obedient; he was always well-behaved.

Perhaps she saw that he had become well-behaved, so she came back.

It returned to his life once again.

"Smack—"

He was suddenly hit on the head with a scripture.

"What are you daydreaming about? Read properly!"

He looked up, his dark eyes filled with unyielding tenderness.

"good."