This is the entanglement of dreams and dreams, the resonance of illusion and reality.
"I came to say goodbye to you."
"..." At the same time, Qi Yu already knew the result, and she chose to be trusted for the last time.
"Because you have no desire for me."
"..." Actually, I do, Qiyu thought.
"I don't need you anymore, or I hope I don't need you anymore."
"..."
"Goodbye and thank you."
"Thank you too."
The snow mountain did not collapse, and Hui killed Qi Yu with his own hands.
Even so, Hui still made his third mistake.
She wanted to see if Qi Yu had a heart.
The warm pump beats, still bright red, in the hand.
Hui rubbed his face against the small, warm heart like he had done for Qi Yu countless times. The blood diluted by salt water became more and more transparent, as if washing away the traces of Qi Yu's existence. The pale pink liquid dried up in Hui's hands, leaving a dirty mark along with all the memories about Qi Yu.
Intention: Find the running person