“Swish—swish—swish!”
Today is the seventh day of the tenth week. Su Mingan's progress this week is very slow. He has not started to collect faith yet. She knows that it is difficult for her to defeat the tentacle monster. But if she doesn't fight, it will be too late to save him.
After struggling——
She was still left alone.
"Su Mingan..."
The girl's voice was lost in the blazing flames, burning into charred black ash.
She seemed to smile, and also seemed to shed tears that no one saw.
…
[In the afternoon, Su Mingan was standing in front of the colored window reciting his lessons. Suddenly, he saw a fire suddenly burning in the sky. It lasted for nearly an hour before fading away.]
[He felt the candy in his arms was getting slightly hot, and when he took it out, he saw that the lemon candy had broken into pieces. He peeled off the candy wrapper and put the broken candy into his mouth - the candy Chao Yan gave him was very sweet, and he didn't know what she was doing now. ]
…
——What is Asagao doing?
——She is burning her life for you.
…
Su Mingan.
You won't remember me.
You won't choose me.
So, I need to swallow this bitter pill for you.
You are not wrong, you have never let me down - because I want you to win, I just want you to win that god.
If I die like a burning moth in the fire—
At least, maybe you will find Xiao Su back in time and save me in order to "keep NPC Chao Yan alive". If you really treat me like a stranger and never save me, then we will see each other in the eleventh week.
Wait for me at the end of time——the protagonist.
However, maybe I am really good, and I might be able to successfully defeat the tentacle monster - then, please seize the opportunity this time, please...
Please,
——Keep winning.
…
[While unconscious, Su Mingan heard two voices. ]
【“——At three o’clock in the morning, I received the news of Chao Yan’s death.” Xiao Jingsan’s voice. 】
【“——Yes. Your resistance this time has failed.” The voice of the gods.】
…
That sound was like an unfinished, hot, painful wind. It was also like the girl's last painful, desperate, silent gasp.
Everyone was trying their best to guide him, just hoping that he could...win.
Fate constitutes a cyclical web, and he is a butterfly burning in the web.
…
“Hua La La—”
The candy melted and fell into the sea.
The girl's body turned into charcoal and fell into the sea, and her fiery red hair burned to ashes.
Her pupils were burned to a grayish white color, and she could not see any dawn.
In the distance, the sun rises.
The wild geese fly high, and the new day is the same as the old one.
"towards……"
"Yan."
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