“…”

The boy said grimly, “We can coexist.”

“Coexist?” The Youyou in black, however, scoffed as if he’d heard the greatest joke. “We’ve coexisted for so many years, we simply can’t get along. Rather than coexist unfairly, we might as well choose destruction.”

“I’m willing to share the warmth with you.” The boy in white said earnestly, “I’m willing to share Mommy, Daddy, Big Brother, Uncle… the love of everyone in the family.”

“I don’t w

Gong Fan smiled. “You are the true Youyou.”

“…”

“Destroy me.” He gripped Youyou’s hands tightly, giving him strength. His dark, cloudy gaze cleared in an instant. “Destroy me and I’ll set you free.”

The wind was wild and gusty. His white shirt was wrinkled from being whipped. The boy stared at the child lying flat beneath him, confronting the imminent destruction.

His hands also gradually lost control, as consciousness took over. They gripped his neck and kept gathering strength.

Gradually…

Gong Fan felt the pressure on his throat becoming more and more suffocating. His face flushed red, and then the color gradually faded. He frowned, but he shouted hoarsely, “I have no regrets…”

He murmured and finally closed his eyes. In that instant, the memory of her gentle smile and the moments they’d spent together flashed past his mind like a revolving carousel.

It wasn’t that he didn’t yearn for her. It was only that this longing gradually dissipated along with the fatal suffocation of his illusory consciousness…