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The scene flashed by, and they were already in a cave. There was a small bonfire inside, which was burning brightly, bringing some warmth to the two of them. Huang Quan was holding a huge fruit in his hand, which looked very similar to a peach, but was much larger than an ordinary peach.

[Su Chang: Such a big fruit. I didn’t expect there would be such a fruit in a place like this.]

[Xing: Yes, it looks delicious. ]

"It's so warm." The old man took a deep breath, as if to keep the warmth in his body. He looked at the fruit in Huang Quan's hand, his eyes full of envy and amazement, and couldn't help but sigh: "There is usually no living thing on the Dead Sea. You are lucky to have found a place to shelter from the rain, and you also have fresh berries. It's not easy."

Huang Quan smiled slightly and said softly: "I just followed the breath of "life". In a place like this, this breath is particularly clear."

She gently stroked the fruit, with a hint of sadness in her eyes, as if she was recalling those distant past events. After a while, she said with some disappointment: "It's a pity that it tastes a little bland."

"Really?" The old man explained in surprise, "You may not know this, but this fruit is actually quite juicy, but it has a disadvantage, which is that when you chew it in your mouth, it produces an extremely spicy stimulation."

"what……"

The old man hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively: "Have you... lost your sense of taste?"

[March 7: Is this the price of nothingness? It sounds really heavy.]

[Huangquan: The process of gradually sinking into nothingness is also the process of losing oneself. Everything disappears like smoke. Only those slight touches can make people realize that they are still alive.]

Huang Quan shook his head and replied: "It's not completely lost. Some flavors can still be tasted... For example, a slight "sweetness". "

Then, she held the hilt of the knife with one hand, lost in memories, and began to silently recount her past: "Before coming here, my last stop was called Orkron. There were also deserted cliffs and nights lit by fires. Purple snow would fall from the sky, and when I put it in my mouth... it tasted like raspberries."

[Qingque: Based on my superficial understanding, the purple-red snow must have some components in the air that are seriously above the standard. Normal people would have problems if they ate it.]

[Doctor Zhenli: This is inevitable. When the sense of taste has faded, some stimulating flavors can no longer give the nerves obvious feedback. Instead, they can perceive similar flavors through memory.]

She paused, as if recalling the strange feeling, and then continued: "The taste is not sweet, but it is still fresh in my memory. Whenever I look back, I always find that the connection between the road is not the unforgettable ups and downs, but these unforgettable moments."

She turned her head and looked at the old man tenderly, as if to comfort him, or perhaps just to comfort herself: "Don't worry about it. Gradually losing one's own existence... is the reality that every self-destructor must face. At least, I haven't completely lost my senses and memory."

After hearing this, the old man smiled and replied: "Then congratulations on adding a new footnote to your journey." Then, he asked curiously: "By the way, are you alone?"

"No, I have a companion in Orkron. She is small and unknown, and she wants to launch herself into "IX"... She always says that she wants to take a "road deeper and farther than Akivali." Huang Quan replied.

The old man smiled and commented: "Small in stature, but with big ambitions... What was the result?"

Huang Quan was silent for a long time. After opening and closing his mouth for a while, he said, "She... turned into a pool of stagnant water."

The old man shook his head, sighed, and consoled him: "…My condolences."

Huang Quan said: "Sad? I don't think so. The girl left with a smile. She never regretted her choice and must have hoped that I would say goodbye to her with a smile... I did so."

The old man looked at Huang Quan and said seriously: "This is proof that you are grieving for her."

Huang Quan nodded thoughtfully, then said, "Maybe he's afraid?"

"Afraid?" The old man frowned and asked, "It's hard for me to feel this kind of emotion from you. What are you afraid of?"

Huang Quan was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I am afraid I will forget the thirty days I spent with her, just like every thirty-one days in my life. Most of them have passed away with the rain, disappearing on the invisible other side."

Then, she paused, her voice trembling slightly, "I'm afraid these bright red memories will also leave me. There are not many colors I can see anymore. Apart from this faint, warm "red", I have almost nothing."

[Liu Ying: In other words, the gray world we saw before is actually the world in Miss Huang Quan's eyes...? A silent vision that has lost all color and only left red.]

【Huang Quan: Yes.】

【Walter: Alas...I feel a little heavy in my heart.】

【March 7: Uncle Yang was touched by the scene?】

[Walter: I have been on the Starry Sky Train for a long time in the blink of an eye. I miss the people in my hometown.]

The old man sighed and said, "It's hard to imagine... a Ranger who is used to seeing blood, destruction and chaos can actually see warmth in red."

"Because of this kind of warmth, I have also had a lot of it. A long time ago, I made a promise with others to bring it to more people, and to pursue it every moment of the rest of my life... a better ending for everyone."

"As long as this touch of red remains, I still have a chance to fulfill my promise. It can be a burning fire, a blooming flower, a bunch of berries in this cave... It is life itself, fleeting, but dazzling enough. "

"Finally, it will lead me across the horizon of existence, and at the end of the other side... cut through the void."

[Xing: It’s a pity that everything is meaningless to nothingness]

[Mirror Stream: Many times, even if it is meaningless, we still have to do it, just like me...]

[Xing: Hmm... the name looks familiar... I remember it was General Jingyuan's...]

[Jing Yuan: What do you want to do? ]

[Jingliu: One day, I will cut down the stars in the sky. ]

The old man laughed sarcastically: "You are blessed by the Sleeping Formless One, but you are thinking about how to kill Him? This is really...completely "nothingness". The old man shook his head: "But you are right about one thing. I have been staying by this stagnant water for a long time in the rain. Only when I look at this bright red fire, I realize that I am still alive. "

Huang Quan turned his head to look at the drizzle outside the cave and sighed: "Rain... When will it stop?"

The old man replied calmly, "Perhaps...when the resentment of the dead is completely quelled, the sky will clear up."