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The boy said grimly, âWe can coexist.â
âCoexist?â The Youyou in black, however, scoffed as if heâd heard the greatest joke. âWeâve coexisted for so many years, we simply canât get along. Rather than coexist unfairly, we might as well choose destruction.â
âIâm willing to share the warmth with you.â The boy in white said earnestly, âIâm willing to share Mommy, Daddy, Big Brother, Uncle... the love of everyone in the family.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
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Gong Fan smiled. âYou are the true Youyou.â
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âDestroy me.â He gripped Youyouâs hands tightly, giving him strength. His dark, cloudy gaze cleared in an instant. âDestroy me and Iâll set you free.â
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, âI have no regrets...â
He murmured and finally closed his eyes. In that instant, the memory of her gentle smile and the moments theyâd spent together flashed past his mind like a revolving carousel.
It wasnât that he didnât yearn for her. It was only that this longing gradually dissipated along with the fatal suffocation of his illusory consciousness...