For the thirteen thousandth time, he destroyed 12,999 world lines, not because of hate, but because of love.
For the first time, the last words Lu Yun said to him were "live on". That was the first time in his life that he was seen by the light. But Lu Yun is the savior, and he will sacrifice his life for the world in every world line. He tried everything but couldn't keep him.
He learned to end everything before it started, letting the words "live on" dissipate into ashes before he could even say them. Those three words turned from a blessing to a curse.
This is the last world line, the last Lu Yun.
But he forgot that the memories of more than 10,000 times will seep into the bones and blood.
Thirteen thousand times, for the first time, he felt that Lu Yun in this life seemed different from before.
He was going to die. But Lu Yun cried. He couldn't bear it.
The gray tide is coming.
With the entropy of emotions in all the destroyed world lines, human beings lose their memories, lose their emotions, and become empty shells. Shen Shiyu knew that this disaster happened because of him. He is the wound of the world line and the receiver of the gray tide. He had no face to face Lu Yun, but he was reluctant to leave.
Lu Yun was pretending to have amnesia. Shen Shiyu was pretending to forget.
The two people approached cautiously in the gap of the doomsday, and no one dared to expose it first.
Until the gray tide counterattacked, Shen Shiyu pounced on the all-devouring gray. Lu Yun finally awakened to the memory of thirteen thousand world lines.
He saw Shen Shiyu's every rescue, every despair, and every turn of events. I also saw the love that was hidden thirteen thousand times in his eyes and never said out loud.
"Thank you for your hard work, Shen Shiyu."
Intention: Under the pressure of fate, love is the only antidote.
