Su Mingan said: "If it is the original, it is impossible for him to have such a deep obsession with me. Unless... I am very similar to his best friend, and he regards me as his best friend. Or, at the very beginning... we are the same. Who is the original of whom? Or, does the concept of 'original' really exist? Maybe it has another name... 'separation'?"
Noel stopped and looked at Su Mingan with his blue eyes.
"You are right to be suspicious. If you see so many similarities but don't have any doubts, then you have been confused by me. I am glad that you are sober." Noel said, "Including me, I have begun to doubt myself... What will I do in the future? Is there a huge Ouroboros that we have not yet discovered? If I am really the product of 'separation'..."
He pursed his lips.
"…It seems reasonable. I was adopted, and I don't know myself very well."
Su Mingan didn't say anything.
"While maintaining your trust, please also remain skeptical of me. Because even I have begun to doubt myself..." Noel lowered his head: "But I can assure you that at least until that unpredictable moment arrives... I will always assist you."
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
The clear and pure blue ripples in his eyes:
"…Because, we…are allies."
It was as if we were back to the conversation inside the Ferris wheel at the amusement park, with the blond boy playing with building blocks and showing a bright smile. Fireworks exploded outside the window, the light and shadows were ethereal, and the photo was frozen into eternity.
Su Mingan shook his hand and quickly let go.
He had always had a premonition of separation. For Noel, it was even more serious than for Lu Shu and Yueyue. It was a feeling... that they were destined to go their separate ways.
However, until that moment comes, they are indeed... the most synchronized allies.
...as long as that moment never comes.
…
Tianshi era 75 years, the era of martial arts.
The black-haired young man, about nineteen years old, was dressed in a dark chivalrous suit, like a shadow under the setting sun. He sat on the eaves with a sword across his body, and his cultivation level was at the fifth level.
In this era, geniuses are not uncommon. However, there are only a few who can reach the fifth level, and they are all powerful people in their eighties or nineties. Considering the young man's age, it is simply shocking how monstrous he is.
This kid... is so terrifying!
At that moment, a young man came running from the end of the street. He had a ponytail, red lips and white teeth, and it was obvious that he came from a wealthy family.
"Father!" the young man shouted and ran towards the young man in black.
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