“…”
A deep sense of fatalism surrounded him, and he felt unspeakable pain for a moment.
The narrow alleys, the astrology stalls, the fireworks on the lake, the sea below the airship, the spring cakes in the cupboard, the steaming black tea on the table, the crackling fire in the fireplace, the girl's purple eyes, and "Detective-sama".
He remembered the wish on the wishing card. The wind was cold that night. Under the tree with red ribbons floating all over the sky, the fifteen-year-old girl blushed and tiptoed to his ear and whispered:
[I want to save up a wish every year, and when I come of age, you will help me realize it. ]
【Okay? 】
Su Mingan seemed to have sensed something. In the bumpy wheelchair, he suddenly lowered his head and opened the white flower Alice left for him. On the inner petals, he saw three lines of text.
…
【Don’t die.】
【Be happy. 】
【Forget me.】
[——Alice's accumulated wishes.]
…
From the age of fifteen to eighteen, she had three wishes.
The girl who never resigned herself to her fate finally broke into thousands of future flowers. She threw herself into the underworld, the most terrifying and dark place in mythology, and stayed there alone for two whole years until she lost all her mind.
Alice's life ended in the early winter when she was 21 years old.
Until the end, she didn't give herself a real name.
Su Mingan picked a petal and put it against his lips. He suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if a deep hole had been opened in his heart.
...It is like a piece of snow filled with regret.
…
[“Detective.”]
[The white snow outside the window fluttered and rubbed against the blurred window glass, like pure white goose feathers, or the touch of angel wings. Su Mingan fell asleep in the crackling of the fire. The warm firelight danced on his face, and his closed eyelids were filled with a layer of warm light.]
[When Su Mingan fell asleep, the girl's voice floated softly. ]
[“…Detective, the snow is so beautiful today.”]
【"good evening."】
…
“…”
"You should have said it earlier... It tastes terrible. I enjoy eating it every year."
"If you had told me earlier that it wasn't tasty... I wouldn't have made it..."
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