Collapse: Black Moonlight Turns White, Popular Four-Star Character

"How do I choose...waiting for others, while being the one being waited for."

"I miss the one who never came back, but I didn't realize that in the unknown corner, I am also missed by others. Perhaps - the spring of a dead tree is meaningless, what matters is that I can see you again."

"Even in the dead of winter."

"Manyo no Cat" looked at the two options and hesitated to make a choice.

Half of the players in the comment section cried and said to let it go, and let the withered wood hairpin accompany Yudai to sleep forever. Now he only has his senior brother, so don't let him be lonely.

After all, Ren has a demonic body, and meeting the eldest brother will only make him more painful, and may even cause him to collapse.

Ying Xing had already died in the Yinyue Rebellion, so there was no point in meeting him.

The other half of the players said to accept it. This was Yudai's last wish. He had traveled nearly a thousand years for this. The eldest brother also wanted to meet Ren. His efforts could not be in vain. The opportunity was right in front of them.

Time seems to stand still, and the decision is made in a moment, but it leads to different endings.

The players regretted scolding the senior brother, and felt helpless and distressed towards Yudai. The boomerangs of those boring PV memories pierced their hearts like sharp arrows at this moment, turning into melancholy in their hearts.

"Pick one."

"No, choose two."

"Do you want to leave Yudai alone?"

"So do you want Yu Dai's efforts to go to waste?"

The players began to quarrel angrily.

"Choose one, there will always be someone who chooses two. After the live broadcast is over, everyone can watch the editing."

In just a moment, "Manye no Cat" pressed the mouse and clicked the option to accept the withered wood hairpin.

On the screen, Yannian reached out and held Yudai's hand which was gradually turning into ashes. The dead wood hairpin trembled slightly. Yudai paused for breath and looked up.

The wind blew, and the black hair covered the side of his face, preventing players from seeing Yannian's expression at the moment.

But Yudai saw it clearly.

Those eyes, which were originally cold and chaotic, were now filled with sadness, showing an expression of separation from disgust, and full of human compassion, but they could not shed a single tear.

——I can’t cry.

The fragmented memories reconstructed that face, and in Yudai's eyes, it became the appearance of Yu Mo.

"Big Brother..."

"So you've been here all along."

"That's great." Yudai raised the corners of his mouth and whispered softly. His body turned into debris and flew along with the fallen leaves to the next spring. He no longer had to wait for the spring when the dead trees would bloom.

The wind gradually died down. Yannian stood up with an indifferent expression and put the dead wood hairpin into his backpack. "Yudai, I will pass it to Ren, don't worry."

"I have to do this, sorry."

"I'm acting... This is ultimately a lie, but it's all for revenge."

[Black Tower brings a bottle of mineral water: Woohoo—my Yudai, damn Hamiyou, whether or not there are any characters, I will definitely draw, please!]

[Sprayed Kafka all over: "Please make one, please, it's so cute, please make one, I'm going to be killed by a knife."]

The weight of the last lesson: This is... parting, Yudai. If it were me, I wouldn't take the withered wood hairpin with me, because I believe if Yu Mo knew you did this, he would feel sorry for you and condemn himself—letting go is the only way to bring relief to everyone.

There were hurried footsteps outside the door, and Qiong ran into the room, a trace of anxiety in his eyes, "The alchemy furnace over there has been dealt with, Master Yu..."

Qiong looked around and didn't see Yudai, and his heart sank.

Dust swirled and danced in the light, trying to cover up the bitter taste of the medicine and the messy ground. Yannian closed his eyes and spoke in a flat voice.

"The medicine wasn't found. He...left. Let's go reunite with the Cloud Riders. Without the fog, they...will have a plan for the next step."

"Let's go--" Yannian walked past Qiong as if nothing had happened, but Qiong grabbed his arm like an iron chain.

Qiong lowered his eyes, "Yan, you are a little sad, right?"

"It's just... I'm sorry to disappoint you." Yannian lowered his head slightly, glanced at Qiong out of the corner of his eyes, responded calmly, pretending to be guilty, like a child who had done something wrong.

"I thought... that since I'm fast, I could help you and save him for you."

"sorry."

In just a few words, Yannian cleverly concealed the small flaw of his previous anxious departure, echoing Shangqiong's inner thoughts. On the surface, there seemed to be no flaws -

Yan only cares about Qiong. Although he has his own goals, he is ultimately indifferent to others. After all, as a failed experimental subject, he is moody.

The explanation is over, it’s time to set off, Yannian pursed his lips.

Contrary to what I expected, the hand on my arm didn't loosen up, but instead became stronger and stronger.

"Yan, before you, there were Huannian, Shu Yan, and Li Suyun... I still don't understand what kind of feelings I have for them. Our time together was too brief."

"We're friends, but compared to the warm memories, deep down I feel more torment, powerlessness, and anger... These twisted emotions make me extremely sensitive." Qiong threw Yannian to the corner and stabbed the baseball bat in his hand into the wall next to Yannian, only a few centimeters away from Yannian's face.

The cracks spread, and with a few cracks, a wall was in danger.

Being fixed in the corner, Yannian felt very uncomfortable and inexplicably didn't dare to look up. He subconsciously didn't want to see Qiong's expression, so he turned into a little dragon and wanted to run, but Qiong grabbed his tail and lifted him up.

"Li Suyun lied to me."

"So I hate lies. You can say things I don't understand, but don't lie to me."

"That trace of sadness in you...is definitely not for me." Qiong's eyes were cold as he shook the little dragon in his hand.

The reason why Yan abandoned him directly was the same as what he thought in his heart, but he always felt a little uncomfortable. Was it intentional or deliberate?

Yu Lao’s death cast a shadow over everything.

Qiong stared at Xiaolongbao, feeling an inexplicable urge in his heart. He wanted to take away everything that Yan had.

All real, all in time.

I want to... continue traveling with Yan, just like I do with everyone in the train crew.

But on the other hand, the growing dark side was like a maggot clinging to his bones, whispering in his ear - if he got any closer, he would lose the disgust, the disgust that carried his emotions, not the disgust of a chance encounter and mutual indifference.

The heart struggled in the shackles of emotions, hanging in mid-air in despair, making Qiong frantically restrain himself while greedily approaching.

Finally at this moment, this contradictory emotion broke out.

Yannian felt a sinking feeling in his heart at Qiong's question. Was there still a small flaw?

He obviously changed very quickly, but how come he was still discovered by Qiong?

——As dangerous as Jingyuan.

I have to be more cautious down here, Yannian repeatedly warned himself. He looked up at Shangqiong's eyes, which seemed to have lost focus and were as dull as a dead pool. His lips moved, "I... just don't like it here."

"Because... part of my body is pieced together here."

Yannian started off the conversation with a gloomy look on his face, as if he didn't intend to continue.

Yan Qing borrows money in Jingnian's name: "Don't use the knife, don't use the knife! We just sent Yu Lao away. Yan has tried very hard. Qiong, let go quickly. The tail is the most vulnerable part of the dragon."

Luca's fist was as hard as that: "Although I'm feeling down, I still want to ask, how do you know that the tail is the dragon's weak spot? Have you touched it?"

I'd rather die of cold than drink Jizi's coffee: Ugh—I'm really fed up. Why does this game keep killing people? Characters die, NPCs die, good-looking ones die, not-so-good-looking ones die too. Wow, young people die, and now even the elderly aren't spared.

[It might as well be called Collapse Iron—the Railway of the Dead.]