The inevitable outcome
The sirens in the distance grew closer, and Han Beimo understood that if Du Siling was to escape unscathed, he would have to make a sacrifice.
Du Siling suddenly felt something pressed against her hand. Looking down, she saw it was the butt of a gun.
Du Siling still didn't understand why he was being given this. Han Beimo pinched his cheek and said to him, "Little Dujuan, will you listen to me?"
Without waiting for Du Siling's reply, Han Beimo forcibly stuffed a letter into his pocket.
The alarm bells at the mountain gate grew louder and louder.
"Little cuckoo, when you point it at me, we can leave, okay?"
Du Siling felt a sharp pain in her head, tears streaming down her face as she choked out, "Brother Mo, why can't we walk together even after all this?"
Han Beimo took his hand and placed it on his chest, saying, "Listen to me, listen to me, okay?"
He tried to comfort him like a child, but Du Siling's tears still wouldn't stop flowing, because he remembered that it matched the scene in his dream. He was all alone in both.
Han Beimo shouted to him, "Little Cuckoo, control your emotions and aim at me."
Han Beimo raised the gun from his stomach with his hand, but then silently lowered it again.
We can already hear a lot of footsteps.
"I already know you're innocent, so why... why! It still can't change anything? Tell the people outside that you're innocent!" Du Siling cried out, his voice almost hoarse.
Han Beimo could almost hear his heart-wrenching roar echoing in his ears. He was heartbroken, knowing he had broken his promise again. But he was powerless against fate.
"It's no use. Remember, we are sworn enemies now. Do you understand?" Han Beimo looked at him with red eyes.
Han Beimo took the gun from his hand and said to him, "Control yourself, okay? This is the last time..."
With his last bit of strength, Han Beimo pushed them away and raised his hands above his head. In that instant, police and reporters swarmed forward.
Du Siling slowly pulled out his gun and raised it in mid-air.
The surrounding police and reporters fell silent instantly. But what they heard was just a series of chaotic electronic sounds.
Just then, a ray of sunlight shone in and fell upon Han Beimo. The scene at this moment perfectly matched the scene in his dream.
In that scene, his smile was beautiful, radiant, elegant, and filled with despair.
Han Beimo closed his eyes, seemingly waiting for something—waiting for the moment his lover would execute him.
Du Siling didn't know where she got the courage to face it and pull the trigger.
With a loud "bang," the entire arena erupted in cheers. Du Siling's comrades swarmed forward to congratulate him, letting him sway freely.
However, Du Siling's gaze remained fixed on Han Beimo lying on the ground, and a final tear silently rolled down her cheek.
It was like Han Beimo's last breath dissipating with the wind. Forever.
...
Chen Hui was awakened by a series of alarms outside the system. Upon seeing the screen filled with warnings, he jumped up.
"What are those two devils doing?!"
"Don't mess around!"
"Memory recovery, hurry!"
[Memory recovery rate 5%]
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[Memory recovery rate 72%]
...
He faced the wind, his voice as soft as a sigh, yet it carried clearly throughout the entire valley.
"Brother Mo, I won't explain anything. You're already dead, so it's pointless anyway. I don't like you, but I love you."
There was a brief pause in time, lasting a few seconds.
One minute ago, they were risking their lives to protect each other in the cave; one minute later, they stood at the forefront of the storm, becoming the target of worldly criticism.
"What am I expecting..." Du Siling laughed self-deprecatingly.
The ring on my ring finger shimmered in the sunlight, like an unacknowledged weight.
The distant insults surged like a tide. Du Siling gripped her phone tightly; the "Return to Team Immediately" command from her superior was still lit up on the screen.
He simply smiled, looked up at Han Beiling, and said, "If you die, I will never live on alone."
...
[Memory Reinstatement 100%]
Suddenly, another gunshot rang out.
Du Siling fell down next to Han Beimo like a leaf swept away by the wind.
Azaleas drifted in through the window and covered the medal on his chest; at that moment, that splash of red no longer belonged to any faction.
He remembered everything at the very last moment. But the shift from praise to insults took only a second—how ridiculous!
The last trace they left for the world eventually vanished with the wind, forever.
The worldly criticism continues. It's not about dissatisfaction with same-sex love.
Furthermore, they were dissatisfied with their love despite their opposing social statuses.
The white doves in the church will not kiss the crows, because they will die from gossip.
For them, death might be the most painful way to end things.
If our identities are opposed and we cannot love each other, then I will draw infinitely closer to you until there is no gap between us.
--[The End]--
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