Wen Qi thought he died in the fire.
The tongues of fire rose, and the world was twisted and compressed into black and white, and then elongated strangely.
The haze infected by the dead spread across the sky - and he stood in the middle of the ruins, like a white stain that should not exist.
If I could go back to the past and change the outcome——
"The system is starting."
"Replica data loading."
"HPC module... Has been loaded."
"Welcome back."
——He wants to bring him back.
Bring someone back from the endless desolation.
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Working for nothing in the system for the sake of love, saving others without saving oneself, really, loving even if you die, being handsome but still purely loving.
It was Gong who lost his memory, but neither of them gave up on the other.
Intention: Death did not separate them. Neither does forgetting.
