Su Mingan repeatedly emphasized that after she died, she would come back to find him.
…
Tianshi generation 59 years.
Her face became very old.
She touched her face, pulled Su Mingan, and asked, "Does it look bad now?"
"No." Su Mingan whispered, "To me, it's all the same."
It’s all the same…always the same.
…
Tianshi generation 60 years.
Her eyes began to blur.
She sat under the peach tree and spoke slowly: "Ming An, my eyes have been unable to read comic books clearly lately."
"I'll read it to you." Su Mingan pushed the wheelchair.
He was holding the comic book and was about to read when she interrupted him impatiently.
"What's the point of just listening to the words..." She muttered, "I haven't finished my game routine yet. Hey, where is my phone..."
She is right.
When people get old, they really become like children. They talk about trivial matters over and over again, and even the temperature of the tea. Although she might just be affected by her body, it was not her intention. Su Mingan was a little amused. He never expected that she would walk ahead of him. His body was already lingering on, but she was faster than him.
The gunfire outside was getting more and more intense. He was thinking that she was already very old and he couldn't continue to use a weak body. Even if there was a risk of being discovered by the shadow, he had to go back to the Holy City soon.
But looking at her, Su Mingan suddenly realized.
...Perhaps, this is the peaceful future that is likely to befall them if the World Game does not occur.
Symphony No 6 In A Minor.
He finally saw it.
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