In the end, I decided to let him see this helpless but unchangeable fact, which was not the slightest bit true. I know that no one likes hypocrisy in reality, but just like a mask that can never be taken off after being worn for a long time, if hypocrisy becomes a substitute for reality until it completely knocks reality out of the throne of the king, then who can still tell whether it is hypocrisy or reality?
Looking at Twenty-nine's back, the heartbreaking pain spread throughout my body... I knew I didn't want to lose the warmth of his palm; I knew I didn't want no one to accompany me until dawn; I knew I didn't want to even hear him say: "U, goodbye!"; I knew I didn't want to see him forever, and I didn't want to never smell his scent again...
However, I also know that after all of this, time passes ruthlessly to a place no one knows. No one can stop the coming of autumn, just like no one can delay his departure——
——The summer wind has passed.