The blazing sun swallowed up the last piece of clothing. After the earth-shattering decisive battle with Bai Xiaofei, I fell into the burning star. Billions of degrees of plasma wrapped around the limbs, and what was more piercing than the thousand-year-old ice was this completely purified warmth.
The virus whines in the photon storm, and every genetic chain is disintegrating. The moment my body turned into stardust, I saw the summer night in Bianliang City - seven-year-old sister Xiaohui holding my hand and sitting under the locust tree, the Milky Way pouring into her bright eyes.
"Look at that comet with its silver tail." She pointed to the light streaking across the night sky, "Xiaoyou will become such a dazzling existence in the future."
"But daddy said comets are broom stars..." I murmured, holding on to the corners of her faded clothes.
Warm palms suddenly covered the top of my head: "Silly boy, that's what adults deceive babies. What we want to do is smart stars." Her chuckle spread in the night wind, "This is our secret, don't tell others."
When the sun finally tore apart the last skeleton, I suddenly understood: It turns out that the comet is destined to rush towards the glory of self-destruction. Thousands of years of obsession and hatred evaporated and dissipated in the furnace of stars. The child who was imprisoned in the long river of time finally no longer had to wait for thousands of years to return.
