Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 684 Let’s Call It March 3

"system?"

"It's like the magical old man that every novel protagonist has, but in your case it's a magical beautiful girl."

Annie quickly introduced to Mingji what a system is, and what a system should do. Mingji's existence itself is similar to the storage system of the universe's memory, so naturally he was able to fully understand it quickly.

"That is to say, I need to maintain the stability of the Seed of Memory as the core, and at the same time detect the completed parts of the shaping. When all the simulated shaping is completed, the real rebirth can be completed."

Mingji's tone at this time was similar to Annie's. It was no longer the cold tone at the beginning, but had more meaning than many people.

At most, she is a somewhat cold and aloof queen.

"how about you?"

"I want to personally maintain the shaping process," Annie smiled, "and meet other Annies to see what kind of life they ultimately choose."

"...it's going to be a very long time."

In fact, it is a time countless times longer than "very long". You know, by the time An Ming has completely created everything, it will be the end of the entire timeline of the universe.

This means that Annie will spend an almost infinite amount of time alone, moving forward aimlessly in this vast universe.

"What is more painful than length is having no hope."

Annie returned the crystal-like Inscription to Mingji. Didn't An Ming give up his entire future just to let her see the outside world?

The universe is so big that people may only be able to walk through two or three planets in their entire lives. The universe is also very small, so small that only the original wooden house is the real home.

"When all five anchors are activated, will you go meet him?"

"Ok!"

For the first time, Annie's face was filled with a happy smile that came from the bottom of her heart. If she were to go see An Ming, she would definitely run there.

"The name Annie... is very nice," Mingji finally smiled. Even he had to admit that this seemingly simple name actually contained all of An Ming's love for Annie.

"I will keep this name."

Aini pursed her lips and smiled, "When I wake up, what should I be called... Oh, right, three moons, and March 7th, is the day I wake up."

The day for Tethys' five-year ceremony is always March 037, which is also the date when she first opened her eyes as .

"Just call..."

"March 7th!"

Different from the cold numerical number 037, March is a name she came up with herself, a name that expresses her wish to meet An Ming.

"When you wake up...?"

Mingji captured the words that came out of Aini's mouth, which seemed to be something he didn't know.

"In addition to the five anchor points, reshaping An Ming will also require all the strength in my life," Annie said as if she was talking about something very simple, "After all, half of my life is made up of the fire left by An Ming."

"...You will fall to the level of a Star God."

"It's okay."

Aini's fingertips gently brushed over Mingji's hair that was flowing with silver-white light. She felt no nostalgia but only a slight sense of relief. "Compared to the Star God, seeing An Ming is more important. Besides... my heart will lead me to find him."

"Xiao Ming."

Annie's eyes were gentle as she looked at this world constructed of rules and memories, a world that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

"One day you will understand what love really is."

Annie smiled and said her final goodbye to Mingji. They were both part of each other and independent individuals.

Remember just watched Aini leave this pure white world. This place was the core space for storing the seeds of remembering. Aini, who came here through the long steps of memory, was the only one who could communicate with Him in that almost endless time.

Before this, He had never even understood what loneliness was, and He had been exercising the authority of remembrance alone in this pure white world for countless years.

As my mind moved slightly, the pure white world in front of me suddenly turned into a pure white beach, and the sea water surging from the end of the horizon reflected the pink and blue of the starry sky.

The endless beach stretches out under your feet, as delicate as star powder, while the dreamy starry sky with a blend of pink and blue hangs low, as if within reach.

Remember standing barefoot on the edge of the beach, feeling the strange touch of the cool sea water over your ankles, "What kind of feelings were flowing in your heart at that time?"

What kind of feelings did 037 have in his heart when he met An Ming at that moment?

He may have begun to understand what love is, but it is still difficult. Love is really difficult to understand.

In that infinite memory, love is selfish and dedicated, affectionate and indifferent, sincere and hypocritical... So, what is love?

Countless contradictory fragments cannot be pieced together into a unified answer.

So, what exactly is love?

This silent self-questioning is like the waves going back and forth under your feet. Remember those clear blue eyes gazing at your reflection on the sea.

Annie was right. "Simulation" was both the process of reshaping An Ming's existence and the way for Him to find the answer.

And the trace of authority left at each anchor point was the opportunity given to Him by Aini.

Remember is very clear that Aini is using another way to completely bind the authority of Remember to the simulation. As long as He still needs to find the answer, He will definitely use the rules to maintain the process of reconstruction.

Annie will go to the time node where the anchor point is located in person, observe the final ending as a person outside the story, and make preparations for the next anchor point in advance.

"Aini..."

Only when Annie was not around would Mingji reveal this lonely expression. At first, he did not understand what this emotion was, but he could find out by just a quick search in his memory bank.

This emotion is called "envy".

I envy Aini's name.

Compared to using the rule itself as a name, the name "Aini" is more meaningful, carrying the warmth and meaning that belongs only to Aini.

But that was the name An Ming gave to Annie, a name that belonged exclusively to her salvation and rebirth, not His name.

Mingji actually has a very old-fashioned personality. Although he and Aini are both beautiful girls who look almost exactly the same, his silver hair still proves his stubbornness.

As a rule that has existed since the birth of the universe, Memory has witnessed almost infinite memories, which leads to the fact that He will habitually look for answers from the memory bank when facing any problem.

Over time, the answer becomes just an answer, the most probable "possibility" derived from countless data.

Remember to stop believing in miracles. Everything in the world has a precedent, and we always experience a past and future that are almost exactly the same.

What has happened will happen again.

No matter how bright the stars are, they will eventually fall on this timeline that has an end.

What has been done will be done again.

Those stars attacked the shackles of the end time and time again, but in the end it was just another restart.

Everything in the universe has a precedent, glory and fall, struggle and restart... everything repeats itself in a Möbius strip that is doomed to be inescapable.

Annie has placed all the chances of restarting the universe on An Ming's reconstruction. If An Ming's reconstruction fails, there will never be another restart of the universe.

The next apocalypse will be eternal destruction.

...

...

With a creaky sound, as the door was gently pushed open, the accumulated time turned into fine dust, floating in the air with a familiar smell.

The taste of home.

The pure white world where Mingji is located has a different flow of time from the outside world. When Annie returned to Tethys again, a year had passed.

It was early spring in Tethys when I left, and it was already midsummer when I returned.

The warm and bright sunlight shines through the window into the spacious living room...The layout has not changed at all, the only difference is that there is one person missing, so why does it become so empty?

Annie stood quietly in the shadow of the porch. Suddenly, she heard that familiar voice again, which was always so gentle and doting to her: "Are you back? Go wash your hands. Dinner will be ready soon. I made your favorite mousse cake tonight."

The illusion formed by the memory is so clear, just like it is real...An Ming is still wearing the apron that has been washed to a bleached white, busy in front of the kitchen stove in an orderly manner, his back as steady as a mountain.

And she would then be like a cunning kitten, sneaking over, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder, and saying coquettishly with a triumphant smile: "An Ming, feed me first."

A sour feeling welled up in her throat, and the blankness in front of her eyes made her feel suffocated.

Aini pursed her lips tightly and said softly: "I'm back."

Naturally there will be no response.

There would never be anyone in the room to smile and say welcome home again.

Only the bright sunlight moved silently on the wooden floor, like a slowly flowing golden tide.

After climbing up the long stairs of memory, Annie never took a breath for even a moment. She didn't even have time to be sad. This was a thorny road that once taken, there would be no return, and there was no room for looking back.

In order to save An Ming, Annie did not cry or feel sad, but immediately thought of using the power of memory to accomplish the most impossible miracle.

Only in this way can An Ming be saved, only in this way... can she meet her lover again.

The universe is vast and the stars are bright.

But a world without An Ming is nothing more than a cage where Annie can see no future or hope.

The furnishings in the bedroom are frozen in time and remain unchanged, as if the owner is only away for a short time and will soon return to this small wooden house.

Annie walked straight to the bed that had carried so much tenderness, and lay exhausted on it, with her long cherry-pink hair spreading out on the white pillow like a waterfall.

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

I can no longer even feel his breath on this bed.

The breeze outside the window gently brushed across Annie's cheek, carrying a hint of the fragrance of the loquat tree, which suddenly reminded her of the loquat tree that she and An Ming had planted with their own hands.

Annie half-knelt on the bed, pushed open the window and stuck her head out. What came into view was the loquat tree that had already grown tall and majestic, with the colorful fruits hanging high on the branches.

Just like usual, Annie skillfully climbed over the window into the vegetable garden, and stared up at the spots of light falling through the leaves of the loquat trees.

She reached out her hand, picked a fruit, and slowly brought it to her lips. The familiar fruity fragrance penetrated her nostrils.

Annie hesitated for a moment, as if she was touching a fragile dream, but after hesitating, she gently bit it.

A crisp "click" sound was heard.

The sweet juice instantly flows on the tip of the tongue, bringing with it a magic that makes people smile involuntarily, as if to heal the soul.

However, for some reason, her vision suddenly became blurry, and warm liquid surged across her eyes. Annie raised her hand in confusion to wipe it, but what her fingertips touched was a steady stream of tears.

When a loved one dies, you don't feel sad at first.

The real sadness does not come from the moment of farewell, but from one unprepared morning when you inadvertently open the window and see the loquat tree you planted together finally full of fruits.

Only then will you finally understand that the person who once shared all the little happiness in this world with you will never come back.

The belated pain at this moment, along with the sweetness of the fruit, seemed to penetrate Annie's heart. The pain made it extremely difficult for her to breathe.

She tightly grasped the bitten loquat in her palm, as if she was grasping an old dream that could never be fulfilled.

In the unknown vegetable garden, Annie curled up her body and let herself be drowned by silent crying. The sun was still bright and dazzling, but only the midsummer breeze swept away the girl's heartbroken sobs.

There is a loquat tree in the yard.

Just as An Ming had said, it would grow very tall, and then the sunlight would shine through the gaps between the leaves and gently kiss her cheek.

That must be the most beautiful scene in the world.

Later, Tethys had sunlight and a future.

The eternal night ended and the sky was filled with the scorching sun. All creatures lived in the light...but he was the only one missing.

There is a small wooden house in the suburbs far away from the city. It has stood there for many years. A hunter returning late once caught a glimpse of a silhouette reading under the shadow of a tree, or a wisp of smoke rose from the chimney at dusk and blended into the twilight after dusk.

The white-haired old John in the city always muttered by the fire in the tavern: "That's where the old saint lived."

At that time, there was no sun in Tethys, only two moons that kept changing.

And in that darkest hour, a young man raised his sword and lit up the eternal night of Thethys.

"A grand escape into the sunshine..."

Under the shade of the tree, Annie gently closed the book on her lap. Time rushed by, but she still stayed here, watching the node where the first anchor had not yet fallen.

At this moment, she finally understood why An Ming did not finish the ending.

There is no sunshine for Thethys, and only he can become the dawning light to illuminate her future.

If time could go back, she would like to meet him again.

At that time, she was no longer 037, and An Ming was just an unknown traveler in the vast universe.

if it is possible.

She wanted to say her name again.

"Hello."

"My name is Aini."

Aini, who is loved by you.

[End of simulation]

(Volume 9/Aini)

(End of this volume)