Tears suddenly burst out, and your heart, which had been indifferent for a hundred years, suddenly fluctuated violently. You shouted like you were about to collapse: "——Su Mingan! You always respect other people's wishes to die, why don't you respect mine this time?"
His eyes fluctuated: "Because... it's not necessary this time."
He can do it, so there is no need for you to die.
He knows you don't actually want to die.
You squatted down and buried your head in your knees.
You can't tell whether you are in pain or touched, angry or relieved. You don't want him to see your vulnerability, otherwise he will discover your desire to survive. You can't let him find out.
I can only cry this once... only this once...
You hugged me so tightly that your breathing almost stopped. Only when your shoulders stopped shaking and the snow stopped falling did you slowly raise your head...
The young man still stood quietly beside him. Behind him stood a tall and slender white figure.
"God, please do it, please." Su Mingan said.
The god reaches out his hand, staring at you with his cold silver eyes, causing your memories of Su Mingan to gradually peel away...
"Su Ming'an! You selfish guy! Wait--" You yelled and stepped back repeatedly.
You can feel that Su Mingan's mental state has become almost paranoid. Under the heavy emotional pressure, he is no longer normal.
It's just that other people's madness is reflected in killing, smashing, and hurting more people, while his madness is only reflected in - keeping you.
...Su Mingan, Su Mingan!
The memories in your brain are stripped away bit by bit. At that moment, your breath is stagnant, and you desperately want to keep something.
...Su Mingan?
...Su ()?
……()?
The face of the black-haired young man in front of you has become unfamiliar, and his pupils no longer concern you.
Such a familiar name, such a kind person...but why don’t you recognize him?
"I can't..." The final struggle was lost in the cry, and tears flowed from your eyes.
The night is silent.
Su Mingan hugged you while you were unconscious, smoothing your frown. He smiled slightly, as if he had finally succeeded in saving you, and whispered softly in your ear:
"This way... you will never die."
In this way, he finally stopped at least one train. This group of liars who didn't care about their lives and were destined to die in a spectacular way... at least he finally saved one of them.
A rare look of joy appeared on his face, a kind of madness bordering on obsession, like a machine on the verge of losing control, or the last ray of firework in the dark night.
He was finally... no longer helpless and at a loss. Those destined to die were finally averted by him.
The best of both worlds, that’s great.
"Go to sleep if you're tired, Chaoyan." He stroked your eyelids gently:
"Leave everything to me. At least... I'm not a liar."
…
Act 2.
The protagonist is mad while awake.
He knows the possible consequences of his every move, and also knows his own madness. He is willing to bear every consequence and cost to maximize his benefits.
…
The Steam Age is in decline again, and time goes back to the year 515.
Pansies are blooming outside the window, and your mind is blank.
In this life, your memory was wiped clean and you couldn't remember anything. So you didn't take the initiative to look for anyone, but moved into a family. Your adoptive parents treated you very well.
You opened an art academy and lived an ordinary and happy life. But there was something missing in your heart. Every night when you woke up from your dreams, you would always hear a certain voice in your ears.
【? ?: We have met before. Maybe... in your dream.】
[? ?: Even if you become a star, I will remember you. ]
【？ ？：朝颜, in the next big round, don’t forget me... don’t forget my name, don’t forget what I look like...】
[? ?: The princess saves the prince, which is also a very good story. The two protagonists will definitely have a happy ending. ]
…
Thirty years have passed... In the cold winter of the year 554, your body suddenly became very weak. This was the consequence of not using the authority over life, but you didn't care, because this was a time that was destined to be retraced.
You have lived a happy life and adopted many children. You are known as the "painting fairy" and many people come to visit you and ask you to be their teacher.
In the severe winter of 555, you were lying on the bed, and your family members gathered around you, asking you what your wish was.
You still think of him, even though you still can't remember his appearance or name.
"Grandma, what are you thinking about?" The child walks to your bedside: "Are you still thinking about that person? Why do you keep thinking about him when you can't remember him?"
Your heart tightens and you feel like crying. The child in front of you is the one you adopted based on your vague impression. Occasionally... you can see his shadow in the child.
It’s not that you miss him so much, it’s just that you don’t want to be abandoned by someone with a heavy responsibility.
In a trance, you seemed to see a pair of eyes... It has been so long that gradually, your memory is only left with his obsidian-like pupils.
The pansies outside the window have long since withered, and the sycamore has dropped its last leaf. You unfold the painting bit by bit, caressing the person without facial features in the painting, and suddenly you feel regret.
Yes, your life is very peaceful. You are famous all over the world, you have many students, you have created hundreds of masterpieces, and you have trained thousands of painters. You have loving foster parents, sensible apprentices, and close friends who are painters. But...
"...It's so dark." Your vision gradually darkens, and your physical life gradually comes to an end.
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