At 10:50 at night, she was still sitting in the truck and had not been driven to the blood pool.
"Sizzle-sizzle--" the sound from the car radio was unclear. This army had lost contact with the main force and was discussing whether to return or continue forward.
Nothing has happened yet.
"City Lord!" The soldiers exclaimed when they saw Ming'an falling from the sky.
"Call Dr. Karl!"
"Why is the city lord covered in blood? Is there a problem on the front line..."
Before Su Mingan fell into a coma, he used all his strength to say to her:
"Don't go forward, turn back..."
Don't go forward, don't go forward, don't go forward.
He wanted her to go home.
…
“Drip—drip.”
The black-haired young man lay on the white hospital bed, as if he was in a soft white dream. Lilies and red roses were blooming at the bedside.
Amid the sounds of instruments, he slowly opened his eyes.
A row of people were waiting by the bed. When Su Mingan woke up, everyone stood up. These people were experts and scholars who had met after the Battle of Dawn in the previous round. They were old acquaintances.
He has returned to Doomsday City.
Yueyue sat beside him, holding his hand. The clock on the wall showed midnight. Her hands were soft and clean, without a single trace of burns. Her eyes were clear and bright, without any blood or hideous burns.
Su Mingan stared at the clock in a daze and smiled.
She lived past twelve.
He saved her.
Her body would not become too hot, her soft black hair would not wither, her fingers holding the sword would not break like dead branches, and no one would abandon her when she got sick. She could only lose her mind in the deserted bloody hell and wait for death...
He saw fifteen of her bodies in various ways, and no one could save her...
A sinking feeling of weightlessness suddenly rose in his chest, as if an anchor was pressing down on his heart.
No pain or loss could tame his soul. He was just afraid of the fleeting shadows that kept passing by him. He was afraid of the loneliness that he could only express to himself.
The girl in the cat-ear hat is still alive.
Maybe, there will be a fairy world that she likes in the future.
Amid the sounds of a group of people celebrating the Fuyuan Festival, she was the only one who wished him a happy new year.
Among the crowd of people calling him City Lord, she was the only one who held his hand tightly and called him Ming'an.
At this moment, it was like a sudden burst of wind and rain, and time seemed to stretch out infinitely. The moon and stars became metaphors full of emotions, and she looked at him with eyes that were clearer and purer than the moon and stars.
"Happy New Year, Ming'an. You saved us. It's okay. There's no one in the City of God and it's okay." Yueyue said.
"Happy New Year."
He clenched her hand tightly, and the shadow cast by her seemed to be filled with countless of his own dry bones, strangling him tightly.
"Let's celebrate the festival together," she said.
…
Sixteen weeks.
Countless "Su Ming'an" died in his memory.
…
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