but.
He slowly got out of bed, the moonlight shining on his face.
Yueyue stood up and held his hand tightly. She said nothing, but just put her hand on his wrist, as if to hold him tight, but also as if to push him away.
There is still moonlight in her eyes that belongs only to her.
"sorry."
He said.
Slowly he removed her hand and fell into the melting moonlight in her eyes.
He opened his mouth in the deep sea, and the salt water choked his throat, completely blocking his last possibility of making a lively, unfamiliar sound.
Everything began to lose its color, including Lu Shu’s sweatshirt, Yamada Machiichi’s drawing board, Lin Yin’s guitar, Mo Yan’s wooden sword, and the clear, beautiful, tear-inducing moonlight in Yueyue’s eyes.
"I wish you a bright spring day... Ming'an," she said.
The future that the two of them had built bit by bit collapsed.
The twisted vortex appeared again in Su Mingan's vision. He swallowed the bitter sea water in big gulps, and was dragged into the deep sea bit by bit by the indescribable burden on his body. What was dragging his feet? He knew it better than anyone else.
Su Mingan.
Who is Su Mingan?
Hearing his own pounding heartbeat and feeling his own hot tears, at this moment he understood the answer to this question more than ever before.
It was like falling into the deep sea. The sea water invaded his senses. The infinitely extending pain shattered everything in front of him. The figures of Yueyue and others shattered and disappeared.
——He opened his eyes in the deep sea and saw the silent god in front of him.
The deity's expression remained unchanged, and only one minute had passed on the clock on the wall, as if Player One had truly only had a short, unreal daydream.
He breathed rapidly, and there was still warmth and a sense of reality in his chest.
Colorful flowers bloomed in his heart, and people's figures were stored there forever and would never fall no matter what.
He felt as if he had been solidified into an empty shell called salvation, and he also felt as if countless lives were sinking into his heart.
"Feeling desperate?" The spirit said, "Its name is HE: After Returning Home. No one remembers your efforts, no one remembers who you are, and you even lose your most trusted friend. This is your future... I'm sorry for giving you a nightmare."
The corners of Su Mingan's eyes were so dry that there was not a single tear.
After a long silence, Su Mingan spoke very softly and slowly.
"God."
The gods were watching him.
"I..." Su Mingan said:
He looked out the window at the moonlight, flowing, clear, like her.
“I love this story.”
The stories you told me are my own stories.
I love this…
He closed his eyes, stifling his suffocating, moonlit smile.
"……fairy tale."
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