Doniel fell asleep in Qi Yan's arms. He hadn't slept for several days and nights, and his breathing was long and even. The traces of tears that disappeared faintly on his face told Qi Yan that he was very tired.

Holding him, Qi Yan finally couldn't help crying out loud.

What on earth could have tortured Doniel, a man of steel, to this extent?

That night, Qi Yan held Doniel and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. He closed his eyes and looked at the luxurious decorations in the house. For a moment, he actually felt ironic... Doniel was so tired, but he could still remember his preferences and arranged the supplies exactly as he liked.

Even though he had been dead for so many years, Doniel kept his preferences in mind. These past few days, it was an illusion in his mind.

He didn't believe it, didn't dare to believe it, that Qi Yan's coming back to life was God's blessing,

he just thought of it as a dream he wished for. The night faded, the day came, the heavy curtains that had never been drawn were now hanging loosely on both sides, open to welcome the arrival of light. Qi Yan's eyes were numb, and the posture of hugging Doniel had not changed all night. He stared at the empty center of the room, his thoughts drifting away.

Suddenly, Doniel in his arms uttered a moan, a sigh that most people would make when they woke up in the morning.

Qi Yan's eyes flashed, and he quickly lowered his head, and saw Doniel frowning slightly, trying to turn over.

"Doniel..."

Qi Yan called, and saw Doniel's eyelashes trembling, as if he was waking up.

Qi Yan moved so that Doniel could stand up freely: "Doniel, you can sleep a little longer..."

Doniel hadn't slept for such a long time, and Qi Yan felt that it was not enough to sleep only for this night. He hoped that Doniel could sleep a little longer, or even lie in bed for a few days to rest. It would be best if he did nothing and conserved his energy.

But Doniel obviously couldn't sit still. Doniel's breathing became much steadier, and his eyes were extremely hazy when he closed them, as if he was very confused about his current situation. Qi Yan looked at the blue circles under his eyes and stroked his cheek distressedly.

"Sleep a little longer, I'm here..."

After Doniel finished speaking, he sat up abruptly and looked around in disbelief.

"I... I actually fell asleep?!" Donil sat up from the bed in a panic, looking flustered: "How could I fall asleep... Qi Yan was waiting for me, but I was sleeping... This is not good, he has left, right? He blamed me for not watching him, and has left..."

He murmured in panic, like a child who lost his favorite toy.

Qi Yan then got up from the bed, came to his side, and tried to wake him up.

"Doniel! Look at me, I'm here..." Qi Yan held his cheeks: "I'm Qi Yan, Doniel, look at me. Don't be afraid, don't worry, I'm here..."

Doniel's sight was fixed, he looked at Qi Yan, confusion flashed in his eyes: "Qi Yan..."

"It's me." Qi Yan nodded: "It's me."

"You are Qi Yan...?" Doniel's voice was dull: "Qi Yan is gone, how can you be Qi Yan..."

Qi Yan stared at him, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"You just look like Qi Yan..." Doniel sat on the ground decadently: "Blame me, I fell asleep..."

After falling asleep, the dream was gone.

How should he tell Qi Yan that he had a very beautiful dream. In the dream, Qi Yan was alive and lived in the room he had prepared. He ate the food he brought every day, listened to his stories about the outside world, and didn't ask about the affairs of the Samod people. The two of them lived a life that even gods envied...

But when he fell asleep, the dream was broken.

Qi Yan looked at Doniel, tears slid down his eyes and fell to the ground.

He was the only one who had a mental breakdown due to Qi Yan's strategy...

"I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry... Doniel, I want to be with you."

"Please, please, let's go back to the oasis, this is not the place for us."

"No matter what, I will always be with you, even as someone who 'looks like Qi Yan'."

...

Doniel just had confused memories of Qi Yan, perhaps Qi Yan's years of sleep caused the world he originally hoped for to collapse. Doniel was very clear about everything else. Doniel

no longer watched Qi Yan, doing what he was supposed to do every day, but he didn't visit Qi Yan.

Qi Yan found that those people who he had mistakenly thought were monitoring him were gone, and he was afraid that they were the ones Doniel sent to watch him.

Qi Yan began to walk out of the house, trying to inquire and find out the current situation. A few days later, what he learned shocked him.

The Samods no longer exist, and Chikris is already an uninhabited planet. As for the remaining Samods who were divided into two factions, it is said that they have evacuated the planet and moved to another planet with the secret help of Doniel.

Xia and Bick are dead. Xia was killed by Bick, and Bick was frozen to death in the ice room by Doniel.

By chance, Doniel entered the government, and step by step rose to the position of high official and leader, becoming the most admired leader of the main star of Shuta.

He joined an organization that he hated and despised the most, and destroyed the home he built and loved with his own hands.

Qi Yan sat on the bedside in a daze. He looked at the small decorations made of woven branches and suddenly remembered the time in the tree house.

The Doniel there was the real Doniel.

Qi Yan chose to take Doniel away, holding Doniel's hand with his face, which Doniel thought looked like Qi Yan.

"Let's go to where we want to go together." Qi Yan held Doniel's hand: "I like that oasis."

Doniel looked at Qi Yan for a long time, and finally nodded: "If you want to go, then go."

Qi Yan felt that Doniel had begun to recover the memory of his deep despair, and his impression of Qi Yan became more and more profound. Now he would occasionally joke with Qi Yan and think of bringing some delicious food to Qi Yan. Every time Qi Yan tried Doniel's attitude, Doniel treated him as someone similar to Qi Yan.

"You look like him, but I can't treat you too well, because I would be sorry for Qi Yan."

Every time Qi Yan heard this, he felt happy but also uncomfortable.

Donil acted very quickly. Two days later, he took Qi Yan to Chickeris alone.

Doniel didn't remember the oasis very clearly. He didn't want to recall the things in his heart, so his mind gradually became dull. But Qi Yan remembered it very clearly.

When they arrived at the oasis, it was already desolate.

The tree house was still a tree house, but there were no humans living there, and the branches were lush and growing everywhere.

Doniel came to the tree house where he and Qi Yan once lived together, was silent for a while, and walked in without saying a word.

Qi Yan followed him in and found that Doniel had already stepped onto the stairs, crossed the second floor, and ran directly to the attic.

Trembling slightly in his heart, Qi Yan followed him up.

The attic had not been cleaned for a long time, and the natural wooden chairs and wooden tables were already covered with dust and cobwebs. When Qi Yan entered, Doniel was wiping the dust off the table with his bare hands, making his white clothes and clean hands all covered with dust.

"Stop wiping, stop wiping!" Qi Yan went over to stop him, but was brushed away by Doniel.

"It's dirty here. Qi Yan is back. He shouldn't like it."

Qi Yan looked at his busy back, and his eyes, which had already shed more than a few tears, shed tears again with bitterness.

"Even after coming here, you still haven't gotten better..."

Qi Yan murmured, took two steps forward, and hugged Doniel from behind.

"Let's live here, not go back, and stay here for the rest of our lives."

There was nothing to be afraid of just the two of them, because the two of them could have everything. By then, Doniel would get better little by little and accept the fact that he was already alive.

Doniel paused in his dust-brushing motion, feeling the warmth of another person coming from behind him. That warmth made him feel familiar and nostalgic.

"...Qi Yan?"

Qi Yan cried silently: "I told you it was me, but you didn't believe me..."

"Why are you here?" Doniel suddenly seemed to have an idea, turned around and hugged him fiercely: "Why are you here! I've been looking for you for so long, but I didn't expect you to be in Chickeris... If I had known this, I wouldn't have looked for someone who looked like you to accompany me."

Qi Yan raised his head, looked at Doniel's ecstatic face, and tears could not stop flowing down.

"Why are you crying? Why are you crying... Are you blaming me for not coming to find you? I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Doniel wiped away his tears while hugging Qi Yan tightly.

Qi Yan didn't know what to say, he just hugged Doniel tightly and prayed for him to get better, not now.

Having decided to live here, Qi Yan and Doniel cleaned the tree house and began to prepare food, just like when Qi Yan lived here as a hostage.

Doniel's memory began to slowly recover, and Qi Yan changed from 'someone who looks like Qi Yan' to the real Qi Yan.

Although it is ironic, Qi Yan's heart is warm.

Doniel cleaned up this small tree house one by one. Although not many people lived in it, Doniel still cleaned it.

Whether it was nostalgia or expectation.

"Doniel, do you remember me?"

On the grassland, unknown small flowers were everywhere. Qi Yan lay on Doniel's legs, holding the corner of his clothes.

Doniel looked into the distance and whispered, "You are Qi Yan."

Qi Yan smiled and said nothing. Instead, he took Doniel's hand, which was hanging by his side.

Doniel took Qi Yan's hand and said with a smile, "Are you afraid?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid you will forget me again."

"No." Doniel's voice was very light, but it was full of silent determination.

"What if you forget me again?"

"It will be like Bick and the others."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Qi Yan stood up suddenly and blocked Doniel's mouth: "What nonsense are you talking about? The past is the past!"

Doniel smiled with narrowed eyes, and even teasingly stretched out his tongue and licked Qi Yan's palm, which made Qi Yan feel itchy.

After the two of them played for a while, Qi Yan lay on the grass, looking at the white clouds in the sky.

"Poor Mas and the others."

So far, Doniel has not revealed where he transferred those innocent Samod people.

Doniel did not speak, but hugged Qi Yan and kissed him gently.

Some things, at this point, there is no reason to continue pursuing them.

Qi Yan felt that he and Doniel would live here for the rest of their lives,

and Doniel seemed to think so too.

An oasis, blue sky and white clouds, who would have thought that the desolate Chiklis had such a pure land and such a special couple?

[Give up everything, be with you, accompany you, and spend the rest of your life.]