I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

Over the years, I have experienced, heard, and seen a lot.

The line between black and white in this world is blurred. Sometimes the truth they tell is not the real truth, and those who are labeled as evil are not truly evil.

True evil lies hidden within goodness; the purer a place is, the more filth it breeds.

Perhaps you will be sad because of my passing, and if that happens, I will be very happy.

But I hope you won't be sad. I have followed my path, died a worthy death, and have no regrets.

I don't think I'm a good person, nor do I think I did anything particularly right.

I just wanted to do that.

I feel like I've gone a bit off-topic after writing so much. Liuli Xinbo, you're a good person, at least that's how I see you.

I feel we get along well, and I consider you my friend. Maybe it's just wishful thinking on my part, but it's my true feeling.

I hope you can become the person you want to be, do the things you want to do, love the people you want to love, and live the life you want to live.

But don't become like me, and don't become like those people either.

Feng Zejian, his final words.

The letter paper was crumpled by the glass waves, and tears soaked the ink on the paper.

“Feng Zejian, I have long forgiven you. I have long considered you my friend. I promise you, I will not become one of those people.”

"You are gentler than anyone else, braver than anyone else, and kinder than anyone else. I can never be you."

"But I will follow in your footsteps and try my best to get closer to you."

Ruri Shinbo took a deep breath and clenched her fist.

“I am still weak now, but I will become strong and personally dispel the darkness. Your sacrifice will not be in vain, it certainly won’t.”

The scene shifts to Feng Zeliu and Liuli Keji drinking tea.