Lu Mingfei got a pen.
A pen that can rewrite the past using memory as paint and cause and effect as canvas.
When the pen tip falls, the ink marks are the uncold blood on Tokyo Tower and the undried tears in the Beijing subway. He described it like crazy:
For the girl named Eriki, add a way to her life in the sunset before the end;
For that murderer named Chu Zihang, in the rainy night when the magic gun wiped out, he sketched a silhouette that cannot be forgotten.
He thought he was drawing a perfect ending with no regrets.
Until he lowered his head and saw that his hand holding the pen holder was becoming transparent little by little, starting from the fingertips.
Lu Mingze chuckled in his ear and broke the cruelest rule:
"Brother, every time you correct a flaw in your destiny, you use your own existence as an eraser."
"When you draw a happy ending for everyone, you yourself will become the only blank space that is erased on this masterpiece."
