She never regretted the explosion she created in the Lord's World, nor did she care about the criticism from others. She just wanted to send this painting to put an end to her absurd life.
Her parents who didn't understand her, the audience who insulted her, his indifference...all made her realize her own poverty.
"I originally thought that meeting you in this eleventh world would put an end to my absurdity. I know that I have always been like a clown, so I don't plan to take off the clown mask."
"I misunderstood your lighthouse theory and committed the act of self-destruction... It was clearly what I had always wanted to do, but I raised your name and thought that my selfish desires were for your own good."
"I created an 'ideal you' in my mind just for myself, so that I can be obsessed with it and entertain myself, and I have no regrets."
"From birth to death, it's time to end."
She took out a mental illness diagnosis, tore it into pieces, and let it fly like snowflakes over the tall building. And then -
Holding the finished painting.
Lean forward and fall.
A swallow flew high over her head, like another falling soul.
In the heavy snow, everything between heaven and earth seemed to be washed clean, fresh and pure, like a deep breath of nature, returning all the noise to tranquility.
…
Su Mingan is dead.
The news spread more and more widely because the disappearance of the rankings was real.
The teammates sat around the table, so quiet that no one spoke, as if they were having a dinner without food.
The snowflakes outside the window grew larger and larger, determined to turn the world upside down. The white and moist color covered the mountains and rivers, and also scratched the glass covering the heater.
After the red sun set, the scorching heat that burned everything disappeared, and was replaced by a late snow.
As far as the eye can see, there is only paleness.
The snow in the first half of the night is always long and silent.
Under the warm yellow light, Luna was wearing a scarf embroidered with a moon, Yamada Machiichi's two-dimensional book was placed on the table, Lu was wearing a pair of black gloves, and Lin Yin had a bamboo flute on his waist.
They sat there in silence, as if they had made many efforts but were still stuck with a result that would not change.
In the long silence, the road broke the silence:
"When Su Mingan gave me the black gloves, I was wondering if he had misunderstood my past... Because most of the time, my hands were not stained with blood, and he probably thought that I was a guy who killed people wantonly." Lu looked at the black gloves: "However, I forgot to explain it to him."
Lin Yin also said: "Besides, I don't like playing the flute, and the flute he gave me is too long. I have to find a way to tell him that I like the Ye Di, and quickly ask him to come back to me..."
But there is no chance anymore.
What's the point of saying such things?
"I still remember when Su Ming'an and Aini were giving each other gifts, both sides gave out their understanding of the fire profession..." Luna smiled dryly and glanced at the empty seats of Su Ming'an and Aini.
But now, both of them are gone.
The aroma of tea lingered silently on the table. The scarf, black gloves, bamboo flute, and comic book given by Su Mingan were all there, but there was no one in the seat.
It was a stark reminder that there was one person who had left so many traces.
Isabella pushed her glasses and said calmly, "The displayed number of remaining teammates is 11/15. Yamada Machiichi, Aini, Lunxue, and Qins are confirmed dead, but according to Noel's information, they should have fallen into the hands of the Lord of the End of All Things. They have not been drained of their strength, which is fortunate."
She looked around and received sad and confused looks from several teammates.
Who would have thought that in just six days, the number of teammates would drop by one third. This was extremely rare for a top player.
No one ever thought that he would leave like this.
Now, Luo Washa told them bloody things, in this extremely advanced civilization of gods and world trees, one wrong step would lead to falling into the abyss.
"Based on the remaining number of teammates, Su Mingan should not be dead." Lin Yin raised his voice.
Before, she took a ride on Casadia to return to the main god world, retaining all her strength and still qualified to continue to clear the level. Now that she learned that Su Mingan was in trouble, she immediately crossed the gap between the worlds and came back.
However, it was too late, he had already disappeared under the shadow of the World Tree.
Even if she had time, it seemed she couldn't do anything.
"But a body with its soul sucked out can also be considered 'alive'. We were unable to bring him out of the World Tree... this is a fact." Eleven's voice was deep.
"Moreover, as a nine-tailed fox with high spiritual awareness, I can sense..." Yi Song said softly: "The breath of life in the World Tree has disappeared. This means that he has..."
He is dead.
“Damn it!” Luna cursed for the first time and pounded her fist on the wall, bleeding: “It’s like this again… It’s like this again…”
Why can't people keep up with him?
He was always rushing in the front, rushing too fast and too far, and if you weren't paying attention, he would disappear.
Her eyes were red. She thought that if she started over again, she could catch up with her teammates. But when she did, she still couldn't see Su Mingan's back.
He is a good boy, and good boys should have a good ending - this is what she said before the eleventh world began, but why did it go against her wishes? What on earth is fate torturing him for?
The birds outside the window were chirping hoarsely, bringing the scent of sea breeze, cooking smoke, grass and snowflakes.
A black and white swallow sang about the spring that had passed.
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