After living there for 23 years, she seemed to have become a part of the Measurement City. She truly regarded these NPCs as living people, not just targets for capture in Su Mingan's eyes. She spent every world like a real life.
They walked on the street, their faces covered with heavy masks, no one knew he was the Lord of Aktor who led the Dawn War. People talked, laughed, looked into the distance, prayed that their relatives and friends on the front line would return safely, children stepped on the thick snow with crackling fireworks, and hundreds of floating lights slowly rose into the sky.
She looked back in the snow.
"Ding-ling--ding-ling--" the silver bells on her waist jingled, and her tied black hair was held by the evening breeze, breaking up the light flowing on her shoulders. There were flashing spots of light in her eyes, as if fireflies were dancing in her dark eyes.
"—Are you happy?"
"Yeah." Su Mingan responded.
“——I can’t return to the main god world and I didn’t spend New Year’s Day with you, but I heard that Lu Shu and the others are with you, and things will only get better in the future.” She said with a smile.
Her voice penetrated the light and shadows and the overlapping snow and wind, like the sound of a distant piano.
For a moment, the orange-red floating lamp in her hand seemed to illuminate the long shadow trailing behind him, burning the damp and ugly bones in it. She was countless times more beautiful when alive than when dead.
"Okay." Su Mingan said.
"Are you really happy?" Yueyue said.
"happy."
"Then we'll have to celebrate the New Year later."
"good."
"Make a pinky promise." Yueyue stretched out her smooth hand which was not burned.
Su Mingan connected with her little finger and touched the thin callus left by her sword practice, which was the whetstone that had always accompanied her soul.
"I'll take you home," he said.
On New Year's Day, he wanted to bring everyone home, and now she would not be left out.
She smiled and held up the lamp in her hand.
This floating lamp is connected by a frame made of iron wire. The lamp surface is covered with a layer of oilcloth paper to protect it from wind and snow. The square candles are fixed on the frame. The whole thing looks like a house in the middle of the sky.
"Ming'an, you can write down the person you want to bless." Yueyue said.
The floating lantern is a gift to the deceased. Su Mingan took the pen and wrote down a series of names without much thought.
[Xia Sheng], [Stacy], [Fei Si], [Yao Wen], [Carol], [Fei Yi], [Roxanne]...
"Hey, hey--" Yueyue realized something was wrong: "You can only write ten at most. If you write more, it won't work."
There were still dozens of names floating in Su Mingan's mind, and he had no choice but to put down his pen after hearing her say that.
"Let it go." Yueyue raised her hands high.
A ball of candle flame was floating in the hazy veil, and soon burned vigorously. She let go of the light, and the light was like a flame floating in the air, as if it floated to a fantasy world that people could not reach.
The lights were floating in the wind, some high, some low, like a sky full of orange-red stars. Su Mingan's light gradually merged into the hundreds of floating lights, becoming thinner and thinner in the night sky, and becoming a star in the sky.
——Where does the road lead to? Where does love lead to?
He looked up and watched it drift away, the cold wind with the festive atmosphere blowing on his face. He turned his head, Yueyue's eyes were like two other fireworks, and her hair flying in the wind seemed to be dyed with a variety of brilliance.
It was as if she was carved from white porcelain, not only beautiful but also very fragile.
"...Yueyue?" He called out, clutching her sleeves tightly, feeling the real touch of the fabric. For a moment, he thought he was hallucinating.
Beauty is so rare that it feels like a dream.
"I'm here. I'm not leaving." Yueyue put her hand on his: "Go back."
She knew that what he longed for most was not the brilliant fireworks and beautiful flowers, he needed to rest. In her eyes, he was more like a patient who was sick under long-term stress.
Although the patient himself is unaware of it and believes that his mental state is normal.
Su Mingan stared at the light until it was no longer visible, then he turned back.
"Let's go."
She took him back to the hospital, and the doctors and nurses who had been lined up at the door immediately surrounded them.
"City Lord, your vital signs are not stable, please don't run around..."
"City Lord, you should at least bring a guard team with you, in case something goes wrong."
"City Lord..."
They surrounded him and returned to the ward. Yueyue covered him with a quilt. The pure white room seemed like a fallen paradise.
Finally, she placed a wreath-like ring made of ginkgo leaves beside his bed. The ring was golden, like a round of overlapping gold.
"I heard that you think something made of twelve flowers can restore sanity. I made this for you, I hope you feel better." Yueyue said.
Su Mingan looked into her eyes and said "hmm".
He didn't say much tonight, just "yeah" or "okay" was enough.
"Good night, then?" She placed her hands over his eyelids.
“——!”
Sudden,
At this moment,
The moment his eyes were covered by her hands and his vision fell into darkness, he suddenly felt a strong sense of fear and panic coming over him like a tide.
He heard voices lingering in his ears, like hallucinations, dense and numerous, like flies circling around.
[——You are back from the City of God. What should we do about the nuclear explosion? What should we do with Lin Guang who is left unchecked? ]
[——If you leave, who will save the tamed Yamada? Who will save the red-eyed Noel on the first floor of the City of God? ]
[——The last thing you should do is teleport directly to Yueyue...]
These sounds were the source of his panic tonight - he simply couldn't enjoy the New Year's Eve she had prepared for him, all the good things seemed like an illusion.
...Stop arguing.
...Don't let it ring in his ears.
He wanted to dispel them, but the more he listened, the more familiar these voices sounded...
These sounds—this voice—this tone…
yes.
——This is his own voice.
“…”
He suddenly removed her hand that was covering his eyes, and found that his lips were moving slightly, repeating these words:
"You shouldn't have come back..." He muttered to himself, his black hair sticking to the sides of his face, and his back was already soaked with cold sweat.
Yueyue just looked at him quietly, as if she was used to his hysteria.
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