Su Ming'an waited for half a minute, and Su Luoluo suddenly opened his eyes, his cheeks flushed red, as if he was about to cough out all his internal organs.
Her eyebrows twitched: "It's okay... I sensed the existence of the overlapping shadow. I probed a little, and He almost destroyed me by following the clues."
"Forget it."
Su Luoluo was silent for a while: "If I give up, I will return to that cold palace. I don't blame you, but I don't want to be that...high school student that no one cares about..."
...She believed that only if she played a role would someone be willing to love her.
And it is impossible for the gods to always pay attention to a person who has no strategic role. She is indeed right.
"I have a request... Can you agree to it?" Su Luoluo stared into Su Mingan's eyes.
Su Mingan was shaking his head in his heart.
You can't promise her.
...You know what she's asking for. You've heard it from so many people before. It's like... a last wish.
"What are you going to say?" But he still spoke.
There are always speeding trains passing by him, they move forward without hesitation, and when danger comes, they push him far away, never trying to wait for him.
But he had never gotten used to this feeling of loss.
He knew what would greet Su Luoluo if she continued, and the ending was almost foreseeable - when humans face higher-dimensional beings head-on, everyone can guess the outcome.
"You have to promise me first." Miss Demon King emphasized.
"Tell me what it is first." The god shook his head.
"You have to promise me first."
"What do you say it is?"
“Are you a repeater?”
"You too."
"Bounce your repetition."
“The rebound is ineffective.”
The conversation was repeated for more than a dozen rounds, just like a quarrel between children. Su Mingan almost laughed out loud - how could it be so ridiculous? For a person who was close to death, it was as if the destruction in front of him did not exist.
The girl took a deep breath and raised her hands as if she had given up: "Okay, I'll do it."
"… At some point, the mental trauma will exceed my threshold. I will gradually become dazed, dull, irritable, and aggressive, so I may show feelings of regret and escape, but those are not my true thoughts."
"When the time comes, force me."
"Force me to continue weaving the thread of cause and effect, force my consciousness to actively sink into the power, and don't let me... really escape like this."
Su Mingan's pupils trembled.
The soft hair scratched his earlobe, feeling itchy and making his whole body tremble unconsciously - he didn't know if it was because of the itch or something else.
She wanted to cut off her own retreat.
She knew she just didn’t have the willpower and would definitely back down. She felt annoyed doing homework and didn’t want to brave the heat or cold to learn a talent. After listening to online classes for a while, she lowered her head to doodle. She didn’t finish many papers, but her textbooks were full of doodles. She knew herself too well.
So let it be said in advance that in order not to waste the power of cause and effect, don’t let her back down.
Su Luoluo said to herself, "I didn't take on the responsibility for some high-sounding words like sense of responsibility or mission. I just want to be... a little bit special."
…
[Su Luoluo was stunned: "You mean, the plot of the map 'Daiya City' has ended, and he is going to fly higher and farther. I am like the initial NPC in a novice village, right?"]
…
——Because she doesn’t want to be an NPC in the Novice Village anymore.
She wants to be the protagonist of her own life.
She reached out and gently embraced him, taking in his pain in her arms.
"Little Cloud, can you put your hand... over my eyes, just for a little while?"
He didn't know why, but he still placed his hands in front of her eyes.
He waited for a while, and his palms soon became wet.
"..." His pupils shrank for a moment. He subconsciously wanted to move his hand away, but he remained motionless, like a soldier guarding a city wall.
The girl's crying was silent, and apart from the wetness of her palms and the slight trembling, her vulnerability was not exposed.
In the deserted park, where the cameras couldn't reach her, she could finally stop smiling.
The temperature was transmitted through her eyelids and palms. It was a filling warmth that she had never experienced before, as if something had sprouted and filled the void that had been missing since birth.
He sat with her quietly in the park until the heavy snow covered their shoulders, until she wiped away her tears and walked back alone.
He stared at her back, but instead of chasing after her, he walked in the opposite direction - he had other tasks to do.
The moment he turned around, he seemed to hear the sound of something breaking.
Their figures intertwined for a brief moment, then quickly separated in both directions, heading towards the unknown nine hundred and ninety-seven years, until they reached the end of the Ark.
…
That night, the wind was particularly cold and the snow was particularly heavy.
…
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