Stephen spread his hands and said jokingly, "If you can't forget, then please remember me and remember it firmly." It's an honor for a witch to remember me, a man who has vanished. ”

"My grandmother, my maternal grandmother, my mother were all Oriental, and I could say that I was three-quarters of Oriental ancestry. If I had another life, I would like to be a pure Oriental, born in a peaceful and prosperous world where there is no more war. ”

"Are you an Oriental? I feel like you are. Then in the next life, we may encounter it again under the same sky. ”

"Then please remember me, and hope that you will live in peace and joy to witness that peaceful and prosperous world, and then, if you recognize me, if there is another opportunity for you to choose whether I live or die, then please give me back this opportunity in this life to me in the next life. ”

Stephen really made a joke casually, he just didn't want to look at this old woman who seemed to feel more sad than himself, with this knot in his heart, depressed, he wanted to use a light joke to relieve her.

He was moved by the strange old woman's concern for his life and death.

Although she didn't have time to make a move in the end, he actually believed that if the time was not so short, she would have had more time for her to make a decision, and she would have saved him in the end.

And the thought that once moved him was enough for him.

Now her deep apology and sorrow for him made him feel the last touch of warmth in this world.

He sincerely wished her to live in peace and live a long and healthy life in this war-torn era.

As everyone knows, as soon as Stephen finished speaking, a purple light with lightning flashed in the void.

This joke has become a contract, which has been branded in the dark and finalized.

Bouima glanced at the fleeting purple light and closed her eyes.

"As you wish!" Buyima's deep, low, reverberating voice rang out, and her open eyes flashed.

Stephen was stunned, then smiled: "Then I look forward to meeting you again." ”

"I'll remember your smile. Let's go!" Buyima nodded slowly, and promised at that time.

"Is that the smile?" said Stephen grinned, bright and warm.

Buima said no more, and began to chant in his mouth.

The world of stillness and nothingness, in the void above Stephen's head, seemed to be torn apart by a white light, and Stephen turned into a grain of golden light in that bright and warm smile.

Buyima knotted the handprint, and a pair of golden wings held the golden light, rising along the white light in the air until it disappeared.

Bouima no longer paid attention to the cythia who didn't know where he was "hiding", turned around and stepped out, disappearing into this space.

"Buyima, remember my name—Seyxia! We'll see you in the future!" Saiya's playful laughter rang out in Buyima's ears before Buyima disappeared.

Buima turned a deaf ear and stepped out, returning to the apartment where he had been......

The story that belongs to the Buyimana part is over!

The few people who quietly listened to Buyima say the whole thing did not come back to their senses for a long time.

In a story that happened more than 70 years ago, except for the catastrophe, the other three witches were not yet born.

This is a sad, not so sad story of a love triangle, distant and unreal like an old movie, they are not an audience, just a group of listeners.