"yes."
"It seems you haven't found it."
"I'm a little tired."
Why look for the finish line?
"Someone might be waiting for me."
The humanoid white light was silent for a moment, then responded with a sigh: "Someone is waiting for me, that's good."
After a period of silence, the white light suddenly asked, "Are you a god? Can you compare to a god?"
Chang Le replied, "Okay."
Bai Guang said cheerfully, "I want to kill the god. Can you do me a favor? In exchange, I'll show you the way."
Chang Le nodded.
The white light drew closer and reached out its hand. Chang Le also reached out and grasped a cold, slender human hand that looked just like his own.
"Transaction complete." The white light slowly dissipated. "My time has come, my stranger. Have a safe journey."
Chang Le watched as a golden stream of light suddenly appeared and spread in a certain direction, and immediately flew after it.
After traversing countless years and countless times, that golden light gradually faded and finally disappeared.
Chang Le, engrossed in his pursuit, suddenly stopped, his eyes reflecting a familiar-looking galaxy of water beneath his feet.
She held her breath, slowly raised her head, and looked forward and upward along the Milky Way where the reflection was located. The magnificent background was indistinguishable as nebulae or smoke. In the distance, her eyes saw an ancient tree with branches and leaves covering the deep space of the universe.
A familiar figure stood beneath the tree.
Her long brown hair trailed like a shooting star across the Milky Way, her body was clearly visible yet elusive, mysterious and unpredictable.
He turned his head, revealing a familiar face—Jiufanggui.
"I've waited for you, persistent little fellow." He smiled.
Chang Le felt her heart, which she had long abandoned, sprout and grow again in her chest cavity. In an extremely short time, the blood in her whole body boiled again, and the long-lost warmth and emotions overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.
Found it!
She found her!
At the edge of the starry sky, where a reunion may be possible!
He slowly stretched out his hands; in his left palm was a towering tree, and in his right palm was a seed. He said:
"It's a gift, but it's also a choice."
Whether we meet again or not, whether we transcend or not.
Choose your destination.
Countless pieces of information flooded his mind. After a long silence, Chang Le stepped forward and extended his hand.
She made a choice.
...
She chose the end, and the story came to an end.
All the sadness, all the joy, all the luck, all the regrets... everything, from the beginning to the end, draws a complete trajectory line.
Roses grow in a desolate universe, awaiting eternity, or decay.
That's all.
Let the flowers sleep.
...
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