The tears melted on Shetta's face in the water-patterned wall, spreading out layer by layer and turning into a bright-colored wall like a mirror. Spade reflected Tawil, who was also shedding a tear.

This mirrored water pattern wall separates Spade and Tawil, just like the glass on the stage before, where the two actors looked at each other through the glass, except that this is a one-way mirrored water pattern wall. Spade cannot see Tawil behind the mirror, but Tawil can see Spade behind the mirror.

On the other side of the mirrored water pattern wall, White Six stood to the left of Spade, and on the side reflected by the mirror, White Six stood to the right of Tawil. White Six on this side of the mirror smiled and spoke:

"What kind of feeling is it to see your vessel crying, Tawil?"

Bai Liu chuckled and whispered in Tavier's ear: "Haven't you already accepted all this? Then why are you crying now?"

"What is it that is aching you, my child?"

"You are in pain, and your vessel will also meet Bai Liu."

A water-patterned wall suddenly opened up on Tavel's left hand, and a video of Bai Liu suddenly reaching out and grabbing Hei Tao's hand as he stepped into the pool was shown inside. Bai Liu in the water-patterned wall tightly grasped Hei Tao's hand, turned her head to look at him, and whispered her name: "Bai Liu"

Bai Liu whispered: "Read together."

To Tawil's right, another water-patterned wall opened up, revealing a scene of two people reading a mechanical manual together at the edge of a dense forest.

"Sleeping in each other's arms."

In the water pattern wall, Hei Tao used his hands and feet to hug Bai Liu, who wanted to struggle, and hid under the bed. The two people's breathing intertwined intimately.

"Kiss."

Another water-patterned wall appeared. Hei Tao lowered his eyes to look at Bai Liu, who had her eyes tightly closed, and slowly leaned down.

Tawil's fingers curled around the handles of the chair, his breathing quickened, and he closed his eyes.

"I don't want to watch it anymore." He turned his head away and refused.

"Why don't you want to watch, my child?" Bai Liu bent down and looked with interest from behind Tawil's shoulder at the scene of two people kissing on the water-patterned wall in front of Tawil. "Are you jealous?"

"——I'm jealous of you as a human being, who will soon possess the White Willow you've always dreamed of. I'm jealous of you as a human being, who was just like you back then. Because you were loved by White Willow, you were transformed from a lonely and cold creature into a monster with a soul."

"I'm jealous that Spade will see, hug, and kiss the happy White Willow that you sacrificed your soul to wish for."

"Yes." Tawil was silent for a long time before he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the picture on the water-patterned wall. He admitted softly, "I'm jealous of him, jealous of my container."

“I suffer from jealousy and lack of possession.”

Countless transparent threads floated down from the depths of the stars in the universe onto Tavier's body like falling snow, enveloping him in a cocoon called "Pain". Even his face could not be seen, and only his voice could be heard penetrating through the threads, coming out lightly and peacefully.

"But I know it's not his fault. He didn't have the right to choose why he was born. This is all just a game of yours."

"The relationship between me, Shirayu, and Hei Tao is that of a god, a sacrifice, and a servant."

"Among the three of us, one must be the god, one is the sacrifice that suffers because of the god, and one is the servant who guards the sacrifice."

More and more threads fell from Tawil's body, and the sound became fainter and fainter:

"No matter who becomes the god, who is the sacrifice, or who is the servant, everyone is miserable."

"So in order to prevent Bai Liu from becoming a god, you chose the most painful way to make a wish." Bai Liu raised his eyebrows with interest and asked, "Did you deliberately let Hei Tao be born?"

Tawil was silent for a long time before he answered, "Yes."

He looked through the densely wrapped silk threads and saw Bai Liu pushing Heitao away with a cold expression on the water-patterned wall screen. Mottled light and shadows flickered in his pupils, and he spoke in a light tone:

"I can't think of another way to make Bai Liu happy and make me miserable at the same time."

"What a great sacrifice." Bai Liu said with a smile, "The plan you and Lu Yizhan worked on was originally perfect. According to your plan, you will become my successor and the evil god, guarding the door and preventing the heretics on the other side from coming in. In this way, the operation of the world line will return to normal."

"Bai Liu's memory will be sealed by Lu Yizhan, and she will grow up normally under his care and become an ordinary person living a mediocre life in this secular world. Then she will meet the vessel you were stripped of, that is, Hei Tao, and a light comedy love story will unfold."

"Lu Yizhan won the game, others gained world peace, and Bai Liu gained family, friends, and love."

"Only you, my poor child." Bai Liu put his hand on Tavel's shattered shoulder and patted him gently as if out of pity. "You have lost the few things you had. You are standing by the door, looking at this world line where everyone is happy, and you have become a lonely and painful soul."

"This is actually the best ending you could imagine."

"But what you didn't expect is." Bai Liu placed his hand in front of the water-patterned wall facing Tavel and snapped his fingers. He smiled and said, "There is someone who did not follow the path you and Lu Yizhan expected."

The picture playing on the water-patterned wall paused and began to rapidly reverse. All the pictures were mixed together into a fragmented piece, and finally stopped at the picture of fourteen-year-old Xiao Bailiu lying beside the pond with a distracted look in his eyes.

At that time, Lu Yizhang had just used his skills to erase all of Xiao Bailiu's memories about Xie Ta.

Lu Yizhan asked Bai Liu if he was willing to change his name and escape from here, but Bai Liu, who obviously didn't remember anything, turned his head to look at the pond and said in a hoarse voice:

"I don't accept too many name changes."

Lu Yizhan asked why.

Bai Liu said with dull eyes, "...I don't know. I always feel that maybe someone...will come to me using my original name."

"I don't want him to find me."

Tawil's pupils, hidden within countless threads, shrank.

"Surprised, right?" Bai Liu laughed. "I'm surprised too. Bai Liu can still remember you. The memory erasing skill I gave Lu Yizhan is a god-level world line skill of the same level as mine. This means that even God cannot completely erase Bai Liu's memory of you."

"He doesn't know who you are, or your relationship with him, but he instinctively does what he can to keep you."

The scene on the water pattern wall changed and showed the time when Lu Yizhan and Xiao Bailiu escaped from the orphanage.

At the moment when they were about to escape from the orphanage, Bai Liu suddenly turned around and ran back: "Wait a minute, I need to get something."

"What is it?" Lu Yizhan was extremely anxious. "They are about to catch up with us!"

Bai Liu said without hesitation: "It's very important."

When Bai Liu ran out panting and holding something, Lu Yizhan was stunned - it was a blood-stained bandage and a storybook that had been torn into pieces and then glued together.

The scene in the water pattern wall turned again, and Bai Liu, who was a little older and looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, was standing on the street in school uniform, staring at a doll that was waving at him next to a shopping mall that was holding a grand opening party.

Then Bai Liu walked up and looked directly into the doll's eyes: "Hello."

The doll was stunned, then took off its mask, revealing the confused real person inside: "Hello, hello? What's up?"

"I want to ask," Bai Liu asked calmly, "How much does it cost to do this per month?"

The person in the doll was stuck. He scratched his head helplessly: "Judging from your clothes, you are still a high school student, right? It's not a holiday yet, you should study hard first before thinking about making money."

"It's very tiring to do this. Look at me. I've been hanging around here for half a day and I'm only paid 60 yuan. I'm sweating all over."

"I'm not afraid of being tired." Bai Liu nodded and thanked him. "Sixty a day, right? Thank you."

After he got the answer, he turned and left. However, the man in the doll stopped him with some impatience: "Hey! Are you in trouble? Do you have an adult at home who needs to be taken care of?"

Bai Liu's back paused. He did not turn around and answered calmly, "I don't know."

“But I feel like I still have someone to support.”

The man behind her didn't hear clearly, he only heard the second half, and said earnestly: "You don't have to dress up as a doll, the money is very little."

"It's not me who wants to do it, it's him." Bai Liu said coldly, "But he probably can't do it well, so let me do it."

[How much money can we make by playing with dolls? Can it support both of us? ]

[I don't need you to support me, and you can't afford it either, so just take care of yourself. ]

Bai Liu raised his lips:

"Bai Liu clearly doesn't remember you, but since you disappeared, he has never stopped looking for your trace in this world line where your existence has been erased."

"Although Bai Liu never found you, he never doubted your existence."

Bai Liu reached out his hand and gently stroked the water-patterned wall. The scene inside the water-patterned wall changed again. He smiled softly and spoke:

"Even if he suspected that he was a psychopath, he never doubted your existence."

A slightly older Bai Liu appeared from the watermarked wall. He looked to be in his twenties. He sat in a community psychological counseling room with simple facilities. He looked straight at the psychologist opposite him and explained his condition in a calm tone:

"...I always feel that when I was about 14 years old, I seemed to have met someone who was very important to me. He was about this tall and should have been very good-looking. I can't remember exactly. His eyes were silver-blue and seemed to be able to drive people crazy. But I searched many times and never found any information about this person."

The psychiatrist opposite was reading Bai Liu's medical records and paused:

"It is like this, Mr. Shirayanagi. Some children who are particularly lonely in their childhood will imagine a friend. These friends sometimes have some surreal characteristics, a bit like some fairy tale monsters."

"But this kind of fantasy usually doesn't last into adulthood, right?" Bai Liu asked calmly, "I may indeed be a psychopath, but this person can't be a figment of my imagination."

"Because……"

Bai Liu suddenly fell silent.

The psychiatrist looked up and asked, "Why?"

Bai Liu raised his eyes: "Because I can feel that he is not a friend I imagined, nor is he a monster."

“He’s a very important person to me.”

Bai Liu smiled and whispered in Tawil's ear, who was covered by the silk cage:

"Bai Liu still loves you."

"Love the soul you have abandoned and sacrificed."

A tear slowly fell from Tawil's eyes, and all the water-patterned walls in front of him cracked like shattered mirrors. Countless silk threads on his body flew up and separated from his body, like a replay of a grand snowfall.

"No," Tawil whispered through his tears, reaching out to grasp the threads that were leaving him. "Don't tell me this."

"Don't let me know he still loves me."

Tavel looked at the white willow tree in the broken wall, tears falling one by one, his voice hoarse:

"Then I won't be able to continue suffering, and it will be his turn to suffer."