Once, I said that I believed her. I don't know if it's still true, or if they're always convenient words I use to hide something. No matter what the situation is, I have to believe her now. I have to believe that she might come back, no matter what I say.
I moved at a snail's pace across the grass, toward what I thought was the center of the place. Finally, my arm chanced upon a piece of land that wasn't soil but concrete. I found myself walking on a wide path where not a single blade of grass grew. It was here, in the center of all this, that I found Xiang Qingxia. Next to her was the body of Leo Prynchon, intact but still like a grave. From afar, there were no signs of life in either place.
So I think it's true. Shirazumi died in your hands, Xiang Qingxia. Now, I put that thought aside. Now, I must know what happened to her. It took me a lot of effort to pull myself to where she was lying. She closed her eyes, and her face seemed to have finally calmed down. Her legs, waist, and arms were severely injured, and her clothes and skin were stained with blood, sweat, and dirt. Her face was pale, and there was almost no warmth in her weak body... However, her chest was rising and falling rhythmically.
The living breathed a sigh of relief. I now turned my attention to Leo Prynne Village. In his current state, he was undoubtedly dead.
Sorry, old friend. No matter what kind of situation you are in, you don't deserve to die. But you are the only one who died today, and the only victim among the three of us who has the right to mourn. However, this doesn't stop me from feeling happy that Xiang Qingxia is still alive. I don't pity you. On the contrary, I curse you. It was because of you that Xiang Qingxia did such a terrible thing.
A pale and slender finger touched my cheek, caressing it, gently caressing my skin and blood. It was her finger.
"Are you crying, Kokuto?”Xiang Qingxia said as she looked at me with sleepy eyes. When her hand reached out gently to touch the cut on my cheek and the ruined eye, her face showed a welcoming surprise. His white fingers turned red. Xiang Qingxia tried to stand up, but she gave up with a grunt. I can't carry her out. So we lay there for a while, face to face, face to face.
In the rain, there is only a cold sigh between us.
When we watch our breath slowly fade into silence.
Xiang Qingxia whispered,"I killed Bai Zhu."”。
" Yes." I nodded.
She turned for the last time to face the remains of Leo Prynchon, to see the terrible things she could do, and then to the sky outside the window.
"I've lost so much, and so much more I'm going to lose," she said in a sad, hollow voice.
She thought that she had lost something important and lost herself in the process. Perhaps she even thought she had lost me. It was just as her grandfather had told her. After hearing these words, she thought that she would face death alone in a desolate place.
"It doesn't matter now. I told you once before, didn't I? I'll put it in your place.”A drop of blood flowed from my broken eye to Xiang Qingxia's face, and a drop of red tears flowed to a sinner's face. Last summer, when you smiled for the first time in the rain, I swore to you. I said I would bear your sins for you. So I will hide it in my heart. Until the day you die, you will never be alone again.
"But I am a murderer." The voice was so weak that it barely whispered in the air, and she could only blame herself for crying almost like a child. She knew that sin would never truly go away, and no matter how much she begged for forgiveness, her sorrow ultimately depended on her. Even I wonder if forgiveness will come to me, which will be a harder question for others.
"I told you, murder is the last line you cross. But you still keep crossing it. It's just that you can't learn it, right? Maybe I'm just a little angry. You don't think crying can get you out of this line.”
"Ha, you're such a heartless guy.”
"Yes, your little trick won't work.”
Just like that. With these words and the unique way she spoke, I knew she was back. She knew that too. She felt very calm now. She smiled and closed her eyes in relief. She was so calm that people would think she was asleep. Another red tear fell on her cheek.
I put the dirty, bloodstained girl under my almost numb arm, held her by the shoulder, and helped her to her feet. I began to hug her, holding her tight, as if death was coming for both of us, as if it were the last thing I would leave for her. In that embrace, I promised her something.
"Xiang Qingxia…I will never let you go again.”These words disappeared in the endless rain. Perhaps these words were unimportant. Perhaps they had never done this before. Perhaps the most important thing now was that I could hold her very close to me, her arms wrapped tightly around my back, returning my hug with the momentary strength I could feel at her fingertips.
/8
February came and went, but winter still left its charm in the city. The temperature was still very low, and the news even said that it would snow tomorrow. Even now, in early March, the last whispers of winter could be felt penetrating the skin. Spring seems to be a distant dream for us.
The ferocious monster that once threatened the peace of the street was now dead. The police found that he died of mysterious reasons. The public statement said that the heart had stopped beating, certainly before the stab wound in the chest, and that in any case, it had barely missed the heart. The medical examiners were baffled, and no doubt they would announce that it was some kind of drug overdosage, while the stab wounds and knife marks on his body were destined to haunt some poor homicide detective for weeks until the case was compiled into a folder and moved to a filing cabinet, cold and forgotten.
I was the one who sent Mikiya to the hospital that night. He was too heavily injured to continue. On the other hand, I'll go to Turko to find a substitute. The thumb I bit off was a prosthetic leg that Turk had provided me a long time ago, so it was easy to replace it. Reggie's family doctor knew how quickly I recovered from such things, so he didn't have any special suggestions. Sure enough, I was basically recovered by the end of February, while Mikiya was still in bed in the hospital, where he needed to stay for two weeks.
Yes, until today. Today was the day he was finally discharged from the hospital. He had repeatedly made it clear that he hated this hospital. That's why I'm standing in the shade of a big tree outside the same hospital, waiting in the cold. From here, I can see the lobby of the National Hospital. I can see cars driving along the hospital's oval drive, stopping and driving away as people come and go from the entrance.
I did this for two hours, until finally, I saw a man dressed in black walking out of the door. From his pants to his jacket, he wore the colors he chose. This was his only concession to fashion. I saw a white spot on his arm, which surprised me for a moment, until I realized it was just a bandage. As he left the hospital, he turned one last time and bowed to some of the nurses and doctors, then walked briskly over to where I was standing. I don't shout, I don't wave; wait a minute.
" That's why you didn't even go to the hospital once," Mikiya Kokutō said with a mischievous frown.
"Your silly sister Azaka insisted. She said she would kill me if I showed up in the hospital, and I think she meant it.”I responded to his frown with a disappointed expression.
"She's reliable, isn't she?" He nodded. "So, should we go? Maybe a taxi?"
"It doesn't look like three football fields from here to the station. Come on, a short walk will do your legs good.”
" As long as it's useful to you, I'll blame you for the fracture," he added before walking forward. I took myself to his right and followed him.
After that, everything became routine. We talk as we used to on our journey from one place to another; Under such circumstances, they walked along the gentle mountain road to the train station. I happened to catch a glimpse of Mikiya's face. According to my observation, his hair has already grown out. Well, at least on the left. His bangs were long enough to cover his left eye and most of his face.
" Your left eye…" My voice faded away.
"Yes, it's gone forever. Shi Zun was right. Do you still remember her?"
"The girl we met with a vision for the future, right? Yes, I remember her."
"She once told me something interesting. If I were to be with you, I would meet a cruel end. You know, she's right. Of course my 'eyes' were right.”He smiled, as if he was deeply impressed by his own joke. I wasn't quite sure how to respond to such a stupid joke. "But my right eye is fine, so it's not a big deal. It was very difficult for him to adapt to his depth perception. Speaking of which, can you move to my left eye? I'm not used to this feeling yet, so having you on the other side makes me feel safer.”He was too lazy to wait for my response. He quickly changed his position and let me stand on his left. Then he leaned heavily on my shoulder. "Whoa, wait, what are you doing?”I said in surprise. He stared at me and frowned again.
"What is it? A temporary walking stick. I suppose you'll have to take care of me when I'm used to it,"he explained, as though it were natural. I responded to his glare with one of my own sullen eyes.
"Oh, please. Why do I have to memorize this?"
"Because I want you to. But if you don't want to, just say it.”I thought, if what he said was true, then what happened to him in that hospital? We stared at each other. For the first time, I was the one who broke it. I turned away, trying to hide my flushed cheeks.
"Ah, it's not that bad," I replied in a complaining voice. Mikiya looked at me with a bitter smile. He must have been born optimistic. And the situation was getting worse and worse. It was really contagious. "But I do need to start school tomorrow.”
"Skipping class for a day. Spring break was coming anyway. I believe your teacher will understand.”
"What?" Mister, I don't care. Mikiya Kokutō, you should be at school. Now I know that something really happened in that hospital. Perhaps I will ask him again in the future. Now, my only reaction to his words was to laugh.
"Hey, but I'm serious."
" I know, buddy, I know," I explained, laughing. "I just think you're still very selfish.”He smiled awkwardly.
"You're right. A few years ago, I fell in love with you without telling you. In that spirit, I hope you'll let me slip into your life once or twice,"he said, with no hint of reluctance on his face. I had a succinct and witty answer in my head, but now I decided to leave it there. Because at least, the Xiang Qingxia of the past-
"Hmm? What's wrong, Xiang Qingxia? Ah, does this make you uncomfortable? You always tell me you don't like lines like that.”He sounded a little disappointed. I was going to keep quiet, but what happened? Just this once, maybe I can tell him directly.
"That might not be true." I'm completely away from him now, trying to find the courage to say it without becoming a complete idiot. "Xiang Qingxia might have hated them before. Now…well, maybe they were fine.”
Ah, f * ck. I knew it would be awkward. I will never let such a thing slip out of my mouth again. I looked back at him tentatively now, though he seemed more surprised than anything else, as if he had just seen a whale soaring through the sky. I held his hand tight to break the spell. I pulled him forward and quickened my pace as we descended the mountain. The bus stop was right in front of them. They could go home through it. The hand I held was stronger than the hand I held, and for some reason even that little thing made me happy. I couldn't help grinning as widely as I could.
When we arrived at the station, we took the train back to the familiar, dilapidated, deserted city with its gray towers and glass sentries, its dark streets and uncertain existences, where a hundred new stories were born and ended every day. The road home was long and winding; it was so far away that it was easy to get lost if you didn't know your way around. Fortunately, I have someone to share this path.
This time, I didn't reach for the knife. It reached out the hand I wanted. No matter what happens in the future, I will never let it go. So, my story ends here. I've made peace with my past and present. It's time to live in the future. All that was left was the end of the season. I never really looked forward to the end of winter and the arrival of spring, nor observed the importance of their passing. But now, I find myself watching and waiting with great anticipation.
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Currently, the city was in the midst of the heaviest snow in four years. To make matters worse, it would snow in March. The volume of snow was so large and the temperature was so low that no one would be surprised to see the entire city frozen in place. Even at night, the white specks would drift lazily to the roofs and streets, showing no sign of abating, as if the sky was determined to drown them in a new ice age. Tonight, at midnight, it was such a cold night.
There was not a single person on the street tonight. Only the streetlights could illuminate the snow. It should be dark, but even darkness could not resist being polluted by the gathered white. In this contrast, a boy could be seen strolling in the middle of the night. He didn't have any particular purpose in mind. Something had summoned him here, a premonition of what would happen in such a familiar place.
He walked casually, as if time was not important. He held the black umbrella high and struggled through the thick snow. Finally, he met the girl standing there, just like she did four years ago. In the desolate white night, a girl in a kimono stared blankly at the void. Just like four years ago, the boy shouted at her in a relaxed voice.
"Hey."
The girl in the kimono slowly turned around and smiled sweetly.
"Good evening, Kokutō. It's been a long time, hasn't it?" The strange girl, Shiki Ryogi, asked. The gentle smile on her lips told him about the past when she met the boy a long time ago. However, the voice was cordial, not intimate.
The boy looked at her and saw the Xiang Qingxia he knew, but it was not her. It was not the Xiang Qingxia from a long time ago. This was a completely different person.
"I knew it was you. I have a feeling that we will meet again here. Xiang Qingxia is asleep now, isn't she?”
"You can say that. The words now must be said to you and me.”A lazy smile lingered on her lips.
"Then who are you, really?" the boy asked.
"I am me. Two people named Xiang Qingxia lived there, but I wasn't one of them. I am the one who dwells in the hollow between two hearts, two heads, and two souls. Or you could say that I'm that hole.”She closed her eyes and gently brushed her hands across her chest, almost praying. "Something disharmonious. Something hated. Something unbearable. Accept these things and everything else, never knowing pain. However, there was another thing. Harmony. Something desired. Something that was allowed. To reject these things and everything else, only knowing pain.”
The boy realized that she was talking about Xiang Qingxia. In the past, Xiang Qingxia and Xiang Qingxia existed in her body at the same time.
" One confirmed, one denied," the strange girl continued. "She is complete, but isolated. Loneliness. Don't you agree? It was a single color, perfect and unpolluted. The reason for this was that it did not combine with other colors. It could not be changed and would remain the same forever. This was what they looked like before. The two opposites originated from a single origin. The gap between them was empty. Therefore, this is where I live.”
"Then, why did you call me out? "Oh, do you mind if I call you Xiang Qingxia?" There was a title on the boy's head, and he looked confused, but the girl seemed to know nothing about it.
"Not at all," she answered. "ShikiRyōgi is my name after all. If you call my name, I will be very happy. Maybe after all this time, this will give me meaning.”The boy thought that there was something in her voice that made him feel both childlike and grown-up.
And so they chatted for a while, aimlessly and briefly. The boy spoke to her in a familiar tone, and the girl listened carefully with a vague, puzzled expression, as if nothing had really changed. In a sense, there was nothing. Even though the girl knew that she was worlds apart from the boy.
"Let me be frank. Xiang Qingxia couldn't remember what happened on this road four years ago.”the boy suddenly asked. He remembered that they were still high school students back then. He remembered asking Xiang Qingxia when they would meet again at school. They had met before. Xiang Qingxia only replied that she didn't remember.
"I'm afraid not. I am different from her. Xiang Qingxia and Xiang Qingxia were two sides of the same coin. Their memories were a pair. But I was separated from any of them, so Xiang Qingxia wouldn't remember what we said tonight.”
" I see," he muttered, with a hint of disappointment. He met her in March 1995. They had met by chance on this road, on a cold snowy day, just like today, when they were both about to enter high school. That night, on his way home, he found a lonely girl on the sidewalk, standing motionless, staring at the twinkling stars. When he greeted her with a simple "Good evening," his plans to go home and sleep were temporarily forgotten, as if he were greeting a good and old friend. The snow back then was as beautiful as it was now, enough to make two completely unfamiliar roads cross.
"Actually, I have something to ask you, Kokutō. Unfortunately, this will be the most important and last question I can ask you. And for that, I showed myself tonight.”The girl stared at the boy, her eyes hiding the age implied by her appearance.
"What do you want?" she asked gently. This question was unexpected to the boy, and he had difficulty finding an answer at first. The girl had a mechanical, almost amused expression on her face. "Make a wish, Cockut. People's wishes are just a small matter. Xiang Qingxia seems to have a special liking for you, so I'll give you this privilege. What do you want?" she repeated.
The girl stretched out her hand to the boy, her eyes a transparent well that sucked deeply at the empty sky as if it were looking into an endless abyss, reflecting back those slender eyes that were separated from the common human mind. It was like looking into the eyes of God.
" I don't know..." He answered, his voice fading away. He took a moment to think. He looked into her eyes. It was not that he was not interested, but there was something close to faith in them. " I think…I really don't need it," he finally answered affirmatively.
"Yes," she whispered in disappointment, almost like a sigh. But there was also a trace of relief. "Yes, I thought I knew you would say that.”Her eyes left the boy and returned to the white darkness, where she seemed more comfortable.
"If you're not the real Xiang Qingxia, how would you know?”he asked with a smile. The girl only gave a grateful glance and nodded in acknowledgment.
"Then indulge me. "Tell me what a man's character is," she asked suddenly, as casually as if she were asking something no more trivial than tomorrow's weather, as if she knew that any answer the boy could give would not surprise her. However, the boy put his hand under his chin and tried to look at the scholar.
"Well, if I have to give an answer, I think... well, there is no doubt that it has something to do with perception and intelligence, so I think it is a question of the heart.”The question in his voice was as clear as day. Not surprisingly, the girl slowly shook her head. "No, souls exist in our memories, and in turn, give us life. However, this did not mean that it only needed electricity to continue its fragile and realistic dream and lose its body. Xiang Qingxia once met a mage who said the same thing as you. A person's personality is in the mind. A mistake. You, your personality, your soul is yours.”Under the influence of the pain, it forms in your body. A personality is not just formed by a mind and the perception that accompanies it. It is through our bodies that we are exposed to all these internal experiences, and we take steps into our precious self-consciousness, and there we form our personalities, becoming extroverts, introverts, or whatever numb, er, other archetypes. A " personality " shaped solely by perception could not even be expected to think about what it was. I should think of it more like a calculator. If there was no personality, then it was necessary to create one from the beginning.
" However, the body is not produced by the existence of perception, but has been carefully made before any perception appears. However, his body didn't have any intelligence. His body was just there. But even in such a simple thing, there was something that drove it, something that connected it to the primordial origin. I grew up from such origins, Bo from Sentence rn, and grew up with the other two.”
The boy nodded. He had heard this before; there were three things anyone had to live for: Mind, soul, and body. At that time, this girl was Xiang Qingxia's true nature, which the mages called the origin of man. It was something empty and empty, a person's primitive nature.
The girl looked down as if she had read the boy's mind. " This is me, a character that is not born from the mind but from the body. It is completely different from Xiang Qingxia or Xiang Qingxia, who were born from her shattered heart. I am the power behind them, but I am powerless in front of them. She was Reggie's incarnation, the symbol of the two extremes, the given form of Yin and Yang, a great dynamic and the continuity of entropies. I am their starting point, I am their ending point, connecting them to the spiral of origin. Without me, they would only be fragmented existences.”The girl smiled, revealing a fatal smile with a hint of cold-bloodedness.
" Please don't be surprised if I say I can barely understand you," the boy mentioned." But I think the way I get it is that you made the existence of two bastards possible.”
"I wonder what its essence is. Its origin had never been revealed. In fact, I should have withered long ago, an unnecessary and unfamiliar part of my body. My origin is emptiness, and I will never claim wisdom or any greater meaning. However, the Riches Dynasty had other plans. They weaved their meager art and gave me a feeling. Xiang Qingxia and Xiang Qingxia's appearance was not so much because they needed to protect themselves, but rather because of their experiences. "Xiang Qingxia and Xiang Qingxia; Virtue and evil. The boy remembered that Mage Aizaki had once told him," The separation between them was not because of conflict, but because of utility. It was because he hoped that the Liji Dynasty would pursue their mysterious ambitions.
" These dynasties, what a dangerous and unwise game they played," the girl continued. "I should have died before I came out of the womb, but instead, they gave me a sense of self. You see, any animal that comes to this world has a compatible body and intelligence. But I, born in the Void Source, must die. I shouldn't exist for too long. Didn't Tiko tell you that? My incredible ability to deal with reality is only through consensus that I can fight against irrational and unnatural things. I was born from an unnatural origin like nothingness. Before Xiang Qingxia obtains a bit of consciousness, I will disappear without hesitation. However, the curse of the Luji Dynasty awakened me, and so did I. The origin was also awakening towards the azure clouds. Through it, I can see material reality. However, I thought it was too boring and handed the responsibility to Xiang Qingxia. Can't you see? How could everything in this reality be predicted? How fragile and changeable were the rules that bound it?”
Her eyes were pure and innocent, but they seemed to be mocking everything.
"But even you have your own will," said the boy, now looking almost pitifully at the girl.
The girl nodded and said," That's true. It was no big deal. Everyone had an origin. It carried some small sparks of wisdom, but it had never appeared at the beginning of life. A person's mind must bear the first burden and transform it into a personality together with the body. Thus, the little wisdom of Origin lost its meaning and gradually disappeared. However, a man's character, without knowing what his body was made of, would think that his character was formed by perception alone. However, in my case, the order seemed to be completely different. Even so, I can at least thank Xiang Qingxia for our little chat tonight. Without memory, I might not understand words, let alone h. I'm just a small spark, almost worthless.”
"I understand. Therefore, without Xiang Qingxia, you can't perceive the outside world because-"
" Because I am just a simple mechanical device that operates according to the instructions in my heart. Yes. It was just a container with an inward gaze, a body related to death and entropies. The mages called it the Akashic Record, or the Spiral of Origins. To me, this is a worthless connection.”She took a small step forward and reached out to gently touch the boy's left cheek. It was as light as a feather. Her pale fingers brushed past her bangs, revealing the scar underneath. "However, at this moment, it may prove useful. I can make this wound disappear. I can help others and make a difference in the world. But you said you didn't need a wish."
"That's right. I know Xiang Qingxia's ability to destroy things better. Your question makes me feel a little strange and suspicious.”The boy revealed a simple smile, not knowing how serious his words were. The girl turned away from him, as one would avoid the dazzling sunlight, and drew her hand back to her chest.
"This is an understandable observation. Xiang Qingxia was a destructive creature. I don't think you'll be able to see me as anyone but her. " My origin is emptiness, and because of this, Xiang Qingxia can see all death. Xiang Qingxia slept for two years, her senses collapsed, and she died. She stared at the emptiness in her heart for so long that she began to know the embrace of death. Xiang Qingxia floated above the vast abyss of the Spiral of Origin and woke up alone in the void. No matter how much she denied it, her soul cried out to that basic impulse, and the voice in her heart told her that she could kill. This was the source of her strength. Like Fujino Asami, her father Fujiya had made her play a game that was completely different from ordinary people. Her eyes expressed their connection to the Spiral of Origin through death, summoning and manifesting the destined entropies of all things. But my connection to it runs much deeper. It made me…see everything in a different way.”
The way she said this last sentence was a mixture of joy and sorrow, and the boy had a distinct feeling that even if she explained, she knew her words would never really reach anyone. "The spiral of origin is the original beginning of everything in this reality model. All things pass through the Great Wheel, and their nature and history, past, present, and future are connected to it. Therefore, it was a vast and empty place. In a way, it reflects what I am. I am connected to it, I am also a part of it. I am it. That is why the greatest feat that mages can only dream of is permitted to me. I can change the structure of fundamental particles. I can change evolution itself and change everything into something completely different. All creations danced to the melody of magic and arcana. I can change the rules of this lie. This is why so many people can't sleep in prison. I can easily break it. I can change this world. I can take it apart. I can make a new piece of cloth into one.”
And, as if searching for the most inappropriate punctuations in her statement, she giggled slightly, a scornful snicker as sinister as her smile. "But such a feat is meaningless. Destroying lies is tiring work, and I find it no different from dreaming. So I choose to see nothing, think nothing, live in dreamless sleep and self-imposed peace. Obviously, this was a dream that was completely different from Xiang Qingxia's. This girl can be so transparent sometimes, don't you think so? I see through her as I see through everything. Her, reality…and even myself.”
Her voice became a whisper in the infinite night, and her eyes were fixed on it, feeling as if she would never have the chance to see it again. Perhaps she would never. "But what can I do?" She asked herself. "I'm just a body that's closely connected to her dreams. She has matter, and I have soul. We share the same body as the great Akasha. I know all that has passed and will pass, and it is a painful, meaningless dullness that is enough to blind you to the whole thing. It would remain the same. I shall sleep in eternity, dreaming and thinking no more. Alas, only when Entropy claims this body will dreams continue, and I will be with it.”Snow fell calmly on her words, as heavy as a funeral.
The boy didn't say anything. He just looked at the girl's side profile. She looked up the whole night. Noticing this, the girl's voice was very restrained, but it was almost scolding. "It's silly, isn't it? I assure you, there's nothing to worry about. But I'm glad you heard it, and I'll tell you something else. Xiang Qingxia had misunderstood him. She had never really liked murder. Her impulse came from me, her source. So, don't be afraid of her. She was not a savage monster. Only me. It will always be me."
The smile on her face that never left seemed to be telling the boy with a slight and cunning movement that this was just a secret between them. The child still had to figure out why anyone would believe him. How could he tell anyone a secret hidden between himself and a soul, a soul born from primordial wisdom? Who would believe him?
"I'm afraid I must leave at once," said the girl. "I'll ask you again, Kokuto, don't you want anything? Even when you met Leo Shirazumi, you chose the path of abstinence. Only at the end, when you made a clear choice, did you waver. I must say, this is a completely strange choice. Don't you want something better than this?"
"No, here, right here, like this... I think it's good.”
" Maybe," the girl whispered. Then she looked at him with almost jealous eyes, she thought. Humans tore and pieced together in search of answers, creating an endless spiral of conflict. Shiki Ryōgi was the embodiment of this. However, this was a boy, a character that confused girls. He would not hurt anyone, not even himself. He would not take anything and would not ask for anything. He stood in the violent wind and waves, blending into the flow of time like himself until his last breath. An ordinary life.
Was it possible to live such a life? Of course, not from the beginning. Perhaps this was also a different kind of " special ". Therefore, in the end, everyone was different. The meaning of their lives came from themselves. The seeds were always the same, but they were the ones who drew up different routes, becoming the edge of their own empty borders, defending their own normalcy. Sometimes, across borders, people would lend a helping hand, but sometimes they would not. But they were still alive.
Both the boy and the girl remained silent for a long time. While she was deep in thought, the vast expanse of white seemed to beckon her.
No one would try to understand him, and no one would give him time. It was always normal. No one could understand him in depth. No injuries, no one could get close. However, to Xiang Qingxia, this was a symbol of happy times. Which one of them was the true loner? No one would really say that.
Snowflakes drifted in the air, and the girl was as entranced as usual. However, in her eyes, it was a silent regret. Then she muttered something in a low voice, so low that it seemed to be prepared for her only, and she never thought of leaving her lips. Shiki Ryōgi stared into the darkness that had no beginning or end, and she could hardly hear the parting words. She said,"He will live and die uneventfully. How lonely."
The boy sent the girl away, knowing that they would never meet again.
The snow did not abate, burying the darkness in little white fragments, fluttering gently like the wings of a tired butterfly and falling to the ground. "Goodbye, Cockut." the girl said before she left. The boy could not say anything.
"I'm so stupid. I know we'll meet again tomorrow,"the girl said before leaving. The boy could not say anything.
After that, for a long time, longer than he could say, he stood on the lonely street and looked at the winter sky. It was not until dawn that he ended the vigil on behalf of the girl.
Here, however, the snow did not abate or stop, even though the bluish-yellow light was faintly visible on the horizon. When the whole world seemed to be covered in snow, he finally began to go home. With every step, there was a thick layer of snow under his feet. The black umbrella swayed on the long path. The boy held the umbrella high, and it was the only shadow on the road. In the white winter, the man in black was the only person who was in stark contrast to the day. It swayed slowly, dragging from side to side with every step until it was alone and difficult to detect. No solitude would dim his steps, and the boy would not stop on the road.
Everything was the same as four years ago. It was the first time he met her on this road. Two lonely people sharing a lonely road, their souls cold and sweet, carrying the song of winter.
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