[Revised on June 26, 2025]
Fu Hanzhou crushed the cigarette with his fingertips, sparks splashing on the edge of the briefing, but he was completely unaware.
Qin Ying's eyebrows and eyes in the photo overlapped with her memory, but when her mother passed by just now, she didn't even look at the paper.
"Where did you get it?" he asked in a deep voice.
"It's none of your business where you get it from!"
Wei Zhuolan suddenly snatched back the briefing, his pupils constricting violently behind his glasses. He rolled up his sleeves abruptly, the red rubber band on his wrist flashing a dazzling light as he moved.
"My mom said I was looking at a blank page on this briefing! And this—everyone says I have nothing on my wrist!"
Fu Hanzhou's temples were throbbing. He pinched the man's wrist and pressed the diary on the table with his other hand.
"No one can take her things!"
"Rob?"
Wei Zhuolan laughed wildly and rubbed the back of Fu Hanzhou's hand with a red rubber band.
"The briefing is here, the rubber band is here too. These traces that haven't disappeared are the signal she gave me! You can't even keep the piece of clothing she left behind, so why—"
Fu Hanzhou picked up the teacup and smashed it against the wall. Fragments flew everywhere:
"So what if the traces are gone? She's already gone back to 2046!"
"2046?"
Wei Zhuolan's laughter stopped abruptly, and he stared at Fu Hanzhou with eyes as sinister as a venomous snake:
"Fu Hanzhou, do you know what this means? She doesn't belong here, and she doesn't belong to you!"
Fu Hanzhou trembled as he flipped open the diary, digging his nails deeply into the words "Qin Ying":
"Written here are her every move. Including how to leave us."
Wei Zhuolan snatched the diary and flipped through the yellowed pages.
"The third day of traveling through the book... the son of the Minister of Propaganda... the benefits of traveling through the book..."
Memories suddenly exploded - the sarcasm Fu Hanzhou expressed when he was cleaning his gun in the ward that day suddenly revealed an answer.
His Adam's apple rolled violently:
"So I'm her benefit? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
The suppressed excitement made his voice tremble, but he froze the next second.
The word "2046" on the last page caught her eye. In Qin Ying's trembling handwriting, the words "Cherish the person in front of you" were stained with tears.
Wei Zhuolan clutched the paper tightly, a broken laugh escaping from his throat:
"It turns out even the traces are selectively disappearing... I protected the briefing and the rubber band, but I couldn't protect her..."
Suddenly, he madly threw the diary on the table, and the red rubber band cut deep into his flesh:
"Time is irreversible? What a joke! These traces that haven't disappeared are loopholes! If she can jump over from that end, I can chisel open this wall!"
Fu Hanzhou's eyes suddenly turned cold, filled with pain and sarcasm:
"Do you think you can transcend time and space with just these?"
"Yes! This is the evidence!"
Wei Zhuolan pointed to the blank page on the briefing, then grabbed the rubber band and held it high:
"Why are these still here? It must be a clue from her! Fu Hanzhou, do you understand? This isn't an obstacle; it's a clue she left for me! Do you think that if you give me the diary, I'll be afraid of the number 66?"
He pointed at the words "Cherish the one in front of you" with bloodshot eyes:
"Fu Hanzhou, just watch this substitute rot here! If you don't dare to go find her, I'll go!"
Fu Hanzhou's lips moved and a look of pain flashed in his eyes.
Qin Ying's instructions in her diary hit my heart like a heavy hammer - "Be kind to Qin Ying, be kind to yourself..." If he leaves, who will protect this girl who still worries about him being "possessed" while picking beans?
"roll!"
His jaw set, and he turned to look at the figure busy in the kitchen.
"She actually asked me to cherish the person in front of me? Dream on!"
Wei Zhuolan stumbled and knocked over his chair, grabbed the briefing and rushed to the door:
"Tell Fu Hanting that the engagement is annulled immediately! Qin Ying, wait for me..."
The wind blew the wild laughter away, but Fu Hanzhou felt that the sound was colliding back and forth in his chest.
He picked up the diary and tears fell on the words "2046".
In this pursuit across time and space, one chooses to go crazy, the other chooses to wait.
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