The day before Ruan Xingxian's birthday, Klein received a greeting card for her. There was nothing written on the card, but a bouquet of Casablanca was drawn with a gold pen.
This is a game Ruan Xingxian often plays with Klein. Casablanca, pointing to Ruan Xingxian's "secret base", where there is a whole piece of Casablanca that no one knows about.
Of course, it belongs to both of them now.
Casablanca is in full bloom, with pure white petals soaked in the soft afternoon light.
The girl curled up in the middle of a patch of lilies, half of her body buried among the flowers, her eyes gently closed, her expression peaceful, as if she was just sleeping.
There was a little brown-red stamen on her fingertips, and a few petals were scattered in front of her that she had unconsciously crushed.
"Xingxian." Klein walked towards Ruan Xingxian, her steps cautious, probably to prevent stepping on the flowers.
"Ah, Klein, you're here." Ruan Xingxian opened his eyes, but before he got up, Klein let Ruan Xingxian rest on his lap. "You're late. I don't have much time."
Ruan Xingxian raised his hand, his fingertips already stained with a light blue-gray color. Although she didn't want to admit it, this was indeed a sign that she was about to die.
"Let's say goodbye properly." Ruan Xingxian said, then changed his words after touching the sadness in Klein's eyes. "Don't be like this. Mom's research might allow you to meet me in the future, right?"
Klein didn't answer.
"Speaking of which, you will probably continue to stay in the institute as an 'experimental dummy' after I die, right?"
"If that's what you wish."
Unexpectedly, Ruan Xingxian laughed when he heard this: "That's okay, so you won't forget me."
Concept: Is love itself pure?