The system goes silent. The last world turned out to be a long and unexpected vacation.
Chu Lin, a traveler who played a bad role in the gaps in the story, finally saw the glimmer of his way home. The points will be full and the cage will be opened. But the system instructions that followed him were completely blank at this moment. He was stunned, but then he was relieved - this might not be the last mercy given to him by fate, a stolen, fresh and hot youth.
He allowed himself to sink into the pyrotechnics of the campus. The sun is shining brightly on the court, chalk dust is floating in the beam, and the noisy classes are emitting the unique heat of teenagers. Three or five friends with different personalities, like the warm colors on the palette, dye his gray track with life. And Jiang Qiao is the calmest ink stroke on the noisy canvas. His lowered eyelashes, cold silhouette, and the occasionally handed notebook with warmth all became vines growing quietly in Chu Lin's heart, entwined with secret joy.
The system briefly woke up, leaving only the murmur of "Jiang Qiao, son of the world" before falling into silence again. Chu Lin turned a deaf ear. There is no script, no fate, only the resonant heartbeats when sharing the same melody in the library, and the whispers of long shadows overlapping when walking side by side in the evening breeze. He was almost convinced that these stolen years of peace and quiet were the end of his wandering life and the most gentle medal that a villain could earn.
Until his birthday. The long-awaited surprise was cut short by a rapid ringtone. On the other end of the phone, it was Jiang Qiao who encountered an inevitable "accident" on his way to help him.
No weighing, no hesitation. Deep in Chu Lin's soul, only a decisive and unquestionable prayer burst out: "He must be fine! Even if he gives up everything!" He used that heavy weight - all the "return" he had accumulated, in exchange for a change of fate.
Jiang Qiao returned safely, with plain gauze on his forehead and a slightly hasty gift box tightly held in his hand. The concern of friends remains as usual, the sunshine flows as before, and the world moves gently and orderly.
However, when Jiang Qiao's eyes habitually fell to his side——
There, it was empty.
Like a drop of water falling into the hot sand, it evaporates instantly and leaves no trace. The friend's memory was smoothed by the invisible wind, and he whispered in confusion: "Jiang Qiao, is there always a place by your side...?"
Desks, books, birds chirping outside the window, everything is as usual. It was as if the boy who once had a cunning smile and integrated awkwardly was just a short-lived hallucination under the refraction of sunlight.
Only Jiang Qiao.
He was independent from the hustle and bustle, and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed a cold metal buckle with a small fox pattern printed on it in his pocket. The afternoon light lengthened his figure and cast it on the empty seat next to him. He looked at the void, and his eyes were not filled with panic, but with a calmness like the deep sea that could be expressed in a thousand words. There was even a very faint and gentle curve on his lips, and he murmured like the wind to the existence that only he could perceive:
"Every frame of light and shadow in your existence is imprinted in my soul."
"You're here, I'm here"
Sensitive, gentle, patient and patient × Tired, cold, obedient and fragile
Purpose: Love is a spark that never goes out, giving mortals the courage to fight against fate and creating eternity in desperate situations.
