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That day Ye Kong saw the sunset.

The fifth day's update ended with a farewell conversation in the hospital at night.

The girl, carrying a backpack and a doll, quietly walked into the boy's ward and promised the boy, who was still unconscious on the bed wearing an oxygen mask, "I will definitely tell you my last words."

Then the hospital corridors were empty.

There was only moonlight left on the ground.

Then Ye Kong stopped writing.

She sat blankly in front of the window, her bandaged fingers stretching unconsciously, trembling slightly, and the pain kept rising.

But she was unaware of it.

She just raised her head, her pupils reflected by the sunset in the distant sky.

She knew what to draw next. What followed was a long separation - or perhaps the word separation wasn't even applicable, since they had never really known each other in the first place.

But then, it was her own time.

After waking up in Nangang, learning how to act and guess people's minds while imprisoned, escaping and being caught, being beaten and hypnotized, and being forced to forget many things, she was just a little bit away from actually killing someone.

On that dark sea, she seriously planned to kill a person, to take a life. She didn't know whether she was just giving up or really believed that love and hate were equal. If she could continue to delve deeper into the darker side of the world during her escape from then on, perhaps she would be able to realize what true hatred was - that would not be bad, she really thought so.

Who stopped her?

She thought again of the gardener's dirty crying face.

Thinking back on it now, the touch of that moment was so familiar, there was a deeper, familiar resonance going on - that should be the aftershock left by the explosion.

Overlapping with the old gardener is the face of another mother who was crying and laughing as she was dying.

But that's all her own business.

And "Flower Box" has accomplished its mission.

The moment she stopped painting, she lost the urge to continue.

The energy and inspiration that had surged into my brain the moment before, threatening to explode my senses, now receded like a tide.

She just felt empty and weak, as if all the water had been drained out of her body. She could only sit there motionless.

The sunset glow is pink...not all pink, but large patches of light pink that gradually transition into light orange, but it doesn't look heavy at all, with the unique clarity and transparency of spring, and it looks beautiful when reflected on the glass and in people's eyes.

The eyes that had not seen the sun for several days could not look away for a moment.

Ye Kong stared blankly and thought blankly - did Wen Can see it?

He really should look up to see such a beautiful sunset.

He should also read my comics.

He should have seen his mother's last words. Maybe I should have told him a long time ago, whether he wanted to hear it or not. I shouldn't have kept silent when he refused - but really? If I had to do it again, would I still insist on telling him when he refused?

I don't even know why he said no.

Perhaps he had already guessed what kind of words his mother would leave behind, but he didn't want to be influenced.

Maybe he no longer cares, he has decided to sacrifice everything for this revenge, including himself.

Perhaps he is feeling extremely peaceful at this moment, and he is ready to move towards the ending he wants.

If, even reading the comics can't change him...should I be the first person to congratulate him with flowers at the finish line?

Should I say to Wen Rong in front of his dead body, before his handcuffs were put on, or before his escape began, "Congratulations, you have achieved your wish"?

Or should I flee with him? But is it possible for someone like Wen Can to choose to flee?

He had changed for me, he had chosen to leave everything to the law and rules...but this was like accidentally turning into a fork in the road while driving and then quickly turning back.

It was Wen Shengtian, that damn old man, who magnified the "uncertainty", magnified Wen Can's hatred, and magnified Wen Can's despair - yes, although he never said it and refused to admit it, Ye Kong thought, he must hate them.

But the hatred is too great.

It carries an emotion almost as strong as love.

So he didn't allow himself to hate them, so he could play the role of a good son and a good grandson for seven years. He tore himself in two, and so far, the real half has been almost completely killed by him.

This long time was like a tape with no end in sight, wrapping his face layer by layer until he was unrecognizable and couldn't breathe.

If Wen Rong is killed, can he survive?

If I kill Wen Rong with my own hands, can I revive the faces under the tapes?

Ye Kong lowered her head, and her fingers wrapped in bandages grasped her hair tighter and tighter. She held her breath until she could no longer bear it, and then she squeezed out an anxious and painful sound from her throat like a trapped beast.

The footsteps paused behind her.

Ye Kong did not respond, so the man slowly walked forward, pushed aside the paper ball on the table, and put down a bowl of soft, glutinous and light noodles.

The eggs were fried temptingly, and a few drops of sesame oil on the soup reflected a faint light.

Ye Kong moved his eyes to the side and heard a familiar voice.

"You scared me."

Qu Wu said, "I've never heard you make such a noise in my life."

"..." Ye Kong didn't say anything. He just let out a breath slowly and then lay exhausted on the table.

Qu Wu didn't rush her, she just stood by and hugged her arms, looking at the sunset outside the window and said, "How do you feel now?"

"..."

"I'm very curious. You've never made such a noise in your life. What are you worried about? Why did you make such a noise?"

"..."

Qu Wu couldn't help laughing: "You are becoming more and more like a human being, like an ordinary person."

"..."

"I thought you would happily sit up and start eating noodles after hearing this. Aren't you hungry?"

"..."

"..."

Qu Wu stopped talking too.

The two of them sat and stood like this, letting the color of the sunset deepen little by little until the entire sky turned into a clear orange.

The sunset glow made the shadows darker little by little.

When the steam from the bowl of noodles stopped wafting out, Ye Kong finally spoke.

She buried half of her head in her arms, her voice muffled and distant: "What would you do if you were me?"

"But I am not you." Qu Wu blinked and answered her without hesitation, "No one is you, Ye Kong."

“You always do what you feel is right — whether it’s right in theory or right in your heart,” she said.

"I am just a poor student who studies hard." Ye Kong said, "I only know how to apply the knowledge from books and society rigidly. I thought that doing the right thing would get the right answer, just like I thought that finding my mother would lead to love. But the facts prove that reality does not follow reason. I am a bad student who often fails the exams."

"But you've made it this far, haven't you? You've made a lot of progress."

Qu Wu didn't look at her, but her eyes became a little moist as she looked at the sunset: "God knows how many fireworks exploded in my heart and head when you came to my house to say sorry to me - I thought you would never say those three words in your life."

"It's not that I feel you really owe me, but," Qu Wu paused, and said, "My wish is that you can realize your wish, get the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness that ordinary people can easily get, have love, and also have the ability to see love."

"..."

Ye Kong half-raised her body, grabbed her hair even harder, and made that strange noise again. Then she said, "You make me feel even worse! Your wish is that I can realize my own wish - my wish is that Wen Can can realize his own wish! But why do I feel so uncomfortable! It's so choking! From my chest to my throat to my mouth!"

Qu Wu was startled by her sudden outburst. After a while, she understood and looked down at Ye Kong: "So you are making such a big choice."

She suddenly realized something, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and she sighed with a hint of "only you can do this": "So, you are choosing between 'yourself' and 'others'."

Are you still confused about what the essence of love is and what is the correct love?

Qu Wu took a deep breath.

The sunset glow in the distance gradually faded and the setting sun had sunk below the city.

The street lights are coming on soon.

She looked up and said, "But I'm afraid I won't have much time to bother you - the fifth day will pass, and no matter how powerful Wen Can is, he will eventually show up. By then, whether he surrenders voluntarily or is arrested by the police, you will completely lose the opportunity to choose this time."

"Ye Kong." She said earnestly, "There is no time to lose."

The bowl of noodles that was almost getting cold was placed in front of Ye Kong.

She stared at the soup in the bowl and her unclear self above the soup.

It was a long time before she started to eat, and she began to eat in silence as the night deepened.

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child time.

The night has become quiet.

The crowd dispersed, and a few reporters were left outside the glass door, setting up tents and yawning.

Qu Wu was lying comfortably at the bar, playing a game sloppily on a tablet in his hands.

The only things that could be heard in the silence were the faint sound of human voices and the occasional breeze blowing through the glass.

Nothing else.

Until the sound of footsteps appeared.

It was very light, like stepping on a thick carpet, as if I was walking only on tiptoes.

She floated down from the sky, step by step, like a dim, weightless shadow, until it enveloped her tablet.

The new Match 3 game on the screen is still humming.

Qu Wu raised his head and met the girl's dark eyes that were looking down at him.

There was only a dim light left in the bar, and the light swept into the girl's eyes, like the only star reflected on the dark water.

Troubles, anxiety and insecurity all dissipated like mist.

She seemed to have turned back into the usual Ye Kong, but also seemed to have undergone more subtle changes.

She looked down at Qu Wu and said expressionlessly, "Can you find Wen Can?"

"..."

Qu Wu was silent for a long time before he moved his throat and smiled slightly: "If you want me to find him, I can find him."

"After all, I am your strongest weapon and the best hacker in the world."