His gaze penetrated the rain curtain, penetrated the wet mess of Ye Qingliu, and pierced deep into his soul.
"With every reboot, every time I travel through time, every new identity, I wonder, will this time be different? Master Observer, will you take action this time?"
Every word was like an ice-hardened needle, piercing Ye Qingliu's heart.
The observer's cold logic screamed: He's right! It's my duty! Recording is the only purpose! Interference is the biggest taboo!
But the heart belonging to "Ye Qingliu" in his chest felt a chill and despair thousands of times colder than the rain in Mu Xinrong's calm narration.
He saw the fatigue and scars hidden deep in Mu Xinrong's eyes, accumulated from countless reincarnations, which almost crushed his soul.
"This time..." Mu Xinrong's gaze fell on the dark purple bruise on Ye Qingliu's wrist, which was still glaring even in the rain, and slowly moved to the soaked gauze on his forehead.
Finally, it stopped at his gray-blue eyes that were blurred by rain and mist.
"But Qingliu, you took action. To save me, for Youye, for Jinyue and the others... you broke the rules of the 'Observer'."
He took a step forward, closing the icy distance between them. Raindrops hit the umbrella, making a dull sound.
"So, Ye Qingliu," Mu Xinrong's voice suddenly rose a degree, with a question that penetrated the soul, and the eyes that had accumulated countless reincarnations locked onto him.
"Tell me! You now remember all of yourself! You standing in front of me! Who are you? Are you the eternally indifferent observer who records everything and ignores everything? Or..."
His voice trembled slightly, with a hint of imperceptible, fragile hope:
"...In this world, I still choose to believe in the Ye Qingliu? The Ye Qingliu who would... fight for his friends? The Ye Qingliu who would risk his life for everything!! What on earth should I do!! Ye Qingliu!!"
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