Su Mingan couldn't open his eyes.
Unfortunately, after he returned to the game, he was still in a dormant period. This was also expected.
There was a young girl standing next to him, gently holding his hand.
And he couldn't open his eyes, couldn't tell her - I already know everything. He could only sleep - until everything happened again. He couldn't even say - why he already knew all this.
He wanted to tear his eyelids and lips, and tell her with his bloody eyes and a hoarse voice, I know, I know it all.
However, this cannot be done.
It was as if he was wrapped in a silent shell. The thick shell blocked his vision, strangled his throat's ability to speak, and restricted the movement of his limbs - he was like a butterfly unable to break out of its cocoon, struggling until he was almost suffocated.
He seemed to hear a voice in his heart, as if there was a voice crying all the time. The crying made him upset, and when he listened carefully, he suddenly felt that the voice was very similar to his own.
In the end, fate was not changed.
However, in the final confrontation, Su Mingan said this to the gods:
“…That’s it.”
"I'm curious about where your faith lies." The gods ignored his words and took him to the prophetic stone wall.
Everything began to reset, everything began to go back - and he stretched out his hand with all his strength, wanting to keep something, but those deeply engraved images, those familiar voices... were like mud washed away by a river, and quickly disappeared.
However, he laughed, laughed loudly - this round really couldn't go on, but sooner or later in the next round, he would accidentally recall the previous memory like this. As long as he remembered it even once - as long as he remembered it once - he would know what to do.
He already had a plan in mind.
After all, he is also a "player".
…
Time goes back to February 3, 827.
The thirty-first day of the copy opening.
World Week 10.
"…Has enough blood been released?" A voice came from my blurred consciousness.
“…”
Su Mingan blinked.
Xiao Jingsan held up his pipe and squinted his eyes: "Such a strange look... Don't you remember me? Or have you finally collapsed?"
“…”
Everything is as it was at the beginning.
In the distance, Chao Yan stood on the eaves of the city tower. Her expression was silent and gray, and her fingers were almost bleeding.
"It's still... reset, huh?" She raised her head: "This is the tenth time..."
She thought she would never wake up again, but it reset anyway.
She saw from afar - the fake Noel created by the gods descended in female clothing and fled into the Red Mansion with Su Mingan.
Chaoyan remembered that in the fifth week, Su Mingan had suspected that this female Noel was fake. But now in the tenth week, Su Mingan no longer doubted it from the beginning, because this fake Noel had almost no flaws.
The spirit was like a qualified language person, imitating each character more and more. By the tenth week, it was difficult to distinguish between the real and fake people.
"Do you want to give up?" Chao Yan knew that it was already the tenth round, and there was almost no chance of breaking through. The gods knew them too well, almost like knowing the characters in a book.
But...if she gave up, what else could she do?
Or... continue the hopeless rescue? Let him and her "meet for the first time" again?
Is there any meaning? The pain of endless death, the struggle in the torrent of fate, the promises of "not to forget" made over and over again...
She stood blankly in the darkness, like a roosting crow, as if the fire of every week was burning her body again.
"Bang."
With a crisp sound, a butterfly kite hit her calf. She looked down and saw that it was a child who had sneaked out at night to fly a kite. This child was really brave.
"Pretty sister! Pretty sister! Why are you standing so high up? Be careful of danger!" The fat child shouted, "Can you help me throw the kite down? Sister, you are so beautiful!"
...this little brat.
Chao Yan's heavy mood was actually dispelled by this. She smiled unconsciously, and then she realized the smile on her face.
A tear appeared between her pupils, and she suddenly realized that she still loved this world, no matter which world it was, no matter how far away the person was.
Because - if she didn't take action, no one would be able to help him. The world was so big, but it seemed empty. There were billions of people, but no one could stand by his side.
She stood on the high roof, crying and laughing - this time, she looked like a lunatic right from the start.
"Why are you crying, beautiful sister? Don't cry..." The fat boy looked at the tears on her face and took out a square handkerchief with some mung bean cakes wrapped inside.
"I didn't cry..." Chao Yan wanted to laugh. She couldn't be considered crazy, or he would not trust her. He trusted people with stable emotions more, she had always known that.
"Beautiful sister, I'll treat you to some snacks. Can you please come down? It's very dangerous up there. I don't want the kite anymore..." The fat boy raised his head, supported his chubby chin, and shouted loudly.
Chaoyan landed on the ground with a bang, holding a butterfly kite in her hand. She took a bite of the mung bean cake. It tasted sweet. This time, she would not swallow them directly.
"...the smell of the starry sky." She said this with tears in her eyes.
"Ah? What starry sky?" The boy touched his head.
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