Yesterday Once More (Ping Xie)

I have always felt that the Ultimate the Mute Bottle talked about was less a thing than a concept.

For the last member of the Zhang clan to bear the name "Zhang Qiling," when he pushed open the bronze door and saw the countless bones of his predecessors who had stood guard inside it, perhaps the Ultimate was the feeling of having waited in that lightless place, longing for a fellow clansman to come and take his place, only for no one to ever fulfill that promise. In the end, he could only die alone, with no one to rely on.

Because he and I both understood that the moment he walked through that bronze door, for the Zhang clan, it had already become the true "Ultimate."

But this time, he had still guessed wrong. I came back. Wu Xie, the person who should least have appeared here, came back. Not to take his place, but to face the end of all this with him, and then take him home.

In the end, I still couldn't bear to let him face the cruelty of this world alone. He still had that amnesia that could take his life at any moment. I would never accept that the all-capable Mute Bottle might die, like Zhang Ruitong, at the hands of this inborn cruel twist of fate.

So, three years after he left me, I suddenly began to feel anxious. It was then that I finally started to understand the words everyone around me loved to repeat.

Yes, at that time, I had an extremely bad feeling.

"There's no time left."

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