This is a story that ends and begins again. It continues the ending of the comic. If you don't like it, don't read it.
"You..."
"I don't want to die in your hands."
Holding Jiu Lanshu's hand tightly, Zui Shengling raised his head and stared at Jiu Lanshu, a little unbelievable and more confused. A person holds on to a certain belief until death, only to find out after a thousand turns that it was just wishful thinking. This gap is so huge that people are caught off guard.
"I can't even imagine what you would become if you killed me. Isn't it incredible?"
Zui Shengling was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer, but Jiu Lanshu continued.
"You and I can't even be enemies in the end!"
Pulling back the caught hand, the remaining warmth of the other person on it was nostalgic. Jiu Lanshu felt a little regretful, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"Zui Sheng Ling, between you and me, we are just strangers in the end."
After all, different paths lead to the same destination.
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