Su Mingan smiled: "I hope so."
The scenery passed by the speeding wheelchair. It was an aerial journey. After a moment, Yueyue shook her head slightly and sang the finger-crossing oath:
"You are the beginning of the letter, the content of the poem, and the ending of the fairy tale~
"You are a natural miracle~ You are the moonlight so beautiful~
"You are the gift from Santa Claus to me~a good kid~"
This week, she was not covered in burns and blood, and was as pure as a newborn. He finally saved her completely.
The singing voice floated in the sky, and the wheelchair drove towards the end of the world, like a Pegasus flying towards a fairy tale.
"What a beautiful view..." She opened her arms and held her head high.
The scenery of the ruined world was something Zhai Xing had never seen before. There were pools of blood-soaked water, mountains that sparkled like amber, and rainbow-colored fireflies that overlapped and flickered in the clouds... At this moment, his mind was very peaceful, and everything in the world was beautifully colorful in his eyes.
It was as if he wanted to throw everything away. At this moment, his mind was no longer filled with the lingering taskbar that had lingered for four months, but only her melodious singing.
Only at this moment did he feel truly alive.
"You are the landmark I am looking for in my adventure across thousands of mountains and rivers~
You are the line that divides my life, and connects them..."
At seven in the morning, they arrived at the end of the world.
Data of 0s and 1s flowed in front of them like a natural chasm. The scenery at the edge of the world was very strange, a bottomless abyss of data flow.
The wheelchair slowly landed on the ground and her singing stopped.
"It should be safe here." Su Mingan planned to put her down. Any war would not spread to the edge of the world.
He grabbed her slender but strong hand and tried to get her down.
Yueyue, however, also held his hand tightly, as if she didn't want to leave.
"Come down, we're already here." Su Mingan said.
"Okay, there are so many people waiting for you, go back." Yueyue comforted him like coaxing a child: "Besides, time is running out."
"What time?"
"Your rewind time is almost frozen."
Su Ming'an was stunned. Without thinking too much, he subconsciously said "hmm".
He took half a step forward, wanting to put her down, but suddenly realized something was wrong.
The next moment, horror exploded in his mind like thunder.
[The retracement point is about to be fixed...]
Why would Yueyue say such a thing?
Suddenly, he pushed her away, and a blood-red color suddenly appeared in front of him.
etc……
He took a step back, and the scene before him exploded like fireworks—
"call……"
He suddenly felt the painful burning heat in the air, and a dull feeling of weightlessness suddenly rose from his chest. In the distance, an orange-red mushroom cloud appeared, and a ring-like, spreading fire.
Pain and madness pierced him like sharp claws, and a thick layer of cold sweat seeped out of his back.
The god's leisurely voice sounded in his ears: "The nuclear explosion broke out an hour ago. You finally regained your sanity..."
Su Mingan's vision was like a photo that was suddenly dyed with color.
That far away - the free wind in the distance - turns out that it is not wind at all.
What was flowing in the sky was not dawn—it was a sky filled with black ash and human tissue floating like blood.
The ruins of the city can be seen from afar, and the land is littered with millions of dead bones.
He stood at the edge of the world, in the residual heat of the nuclear explosion, like a fugitive. The white light from nowhere had been protecting him, shielding him from the nuclear radiation. He seemed to be the only survivor.
Since six in the morning, when he saw the quiet hospital being destroyed in an instant by the nuclear explosion, saw all the people celebrating the Fuyuan Festival die in the nuclear explosion, watched the children turned into ashes and charred corpses, and saw the vendors running away in pain in the fire - he collapsed.
The mounting pressure and negative emotions like a tsunami overwhelmed him, and he knew what this meant - there was no way for him not to stop the nuclear explosion.
All the beauty will be buried, this is just a memory destined to be buried in the timeline. His memory will become her grave.
So before he collapsed, he weaved a dream for himself of a bird flying into the sky.
[Success! Mingan! It’s past six o’clock and we see the dawn!]
He imagined her singing... her soft, dreamy voice...
Her black hair was flying high, and her robe was like a white dove...
And she has been sitting in a wheelchair...
He slowly turned around and looked at her in the wheelchair.
The fog that shrouded his eyes gradually dissipated, revealing Yueyue's true appearance at this moment.
——It was a charred skeleton of a young girl.
There was no high ponytail, no fluttering robe, no eyes, and even no smooth skin.
The ground beneath her legs turned to powder, sticky to her tailbone, her slender, charred finger bones tightly grasping his hand, her spine bent forward, as if she wanted to hold him tight before she died.
He woke up as if from a dream, and suddenly remembered the moment at six in the morning. The glass was shattered by the impact, and everything was crushed by death. Countless brilliant lights rushed towards them through the curtains. Her expression was fixed like a photo, and turned into flames and dissipated in the moment of the explosion.
In the nuclear explosion, she died in his arms, her legs were burned off, her skin and flesh were festered and charred until it turned into a pile of bones, her black hair was burned in the flames... She didn't move.
He had watched the scene stiffly, holding her withered bones in the wheelchair, imagining what she would say.
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