There is no resurrection from the dead.

It's too simple and too cold.

At the age of twenty years old, this sentence does not have much impact on him, and he has not experienced the loss of his beloved and the separation of life and death, so it is naturally difficult to understand the true meaning behind this sentence.

The people of the Xue family are cold, and both his father and he have perfectly implemented this tradition.

He knew that he had a sister who was three years younger, but whether it was his father who wandered around with flowers or his mother, who changed men one by one, he ignored that girl, which made him rarely think of this blood relative when he grew up.

So when he received a call from his mother, who had not been in touch for a long time, he was a little stunned for a while.

Xue Zizhu? Gone?

Putting down the phone, Xue Ming'an stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a long time before digging out a blurry image from a long time ago from the depths of his memory. Black? Ugly?

This year's summer is much hotter than ever, Xue Ming'an looked at the world outside that was almost melted by the sun's scorching heat, and somehow, there was suddenly an indescribable heat in his heart.

Xue Zizhu's funeral needs to be handled by him, his father travels the world with his new lover far overseas, and his mother is busy spending money to support her little boyfriend.

Xue Zizhu's aftermath was handled very smoothly, and she signed an organ donation agreement before her death, hoping to use her body as medical research to help more people like her.

When Xue Ming'an showed that he did not want to visit the body, her tombstone was placed in the suburban cemetery, and the lonely stone tablet stood there, just like his sister's short life, lonely, cold, and lonely.

In the scorching heat of midsummer, Xue Ming'an looked at the stone monument erected, and suddenly remembered the scene when he saw Xue Zizhu for the first time, when his grandparents passed away, and his mother's relationship with them had deteriorated for many years.

In Xue Ming'an's puzzled and surprised eyes, Xue Zizhu, who was three years younger than him, stood in the mourning hall as a relative, and accepted those hypocritical and negligent comforts with others.

Thinking of the feeling at that time, Xue Ming'an only felt funny, in his imagination, the sister he had never met should be like all the Xue family, with a beautiful appearance, but the short, fat and ugly girl standing there made him ashamed to introduce himself to his companions, so, in his heart, when his father invited Xue Zizhu to go home with him, he hoped that the other party would refuse.

Xue Zizhu lived up to expectations, and her voice whispered her request that she wanted to live alone.

The parents were undoubtedly happy to be able to leave this burden behind, and they promised a generous amount of child support and left in a hurry.

Before Xue Ming'an left, he glanced at Xue Zizhu who was standing in the courtyard and watched them go away, under the tall oak tree next to her, she suddenly had a little more petite and cute taste, the oak tree that was said to have been planted by her grandparents for Xue Zizhu brought a cool shadow and enveloped her in it.

Xue Ming'an suddenly felt a little more ashamed, for those selfish thoughts in his heart, but the regret and willfulness of the young man also came and went without warning, and he quickly put these things behind in his brilliant life.

Until, he received a call from his mother.

Staying in City A for a long time, Xue Zizhu's apartment had too many relics to deal with, Xue Ming'an hesitated, and finally chose to go alone.

Leaving the owner's house was dull and empty, Xue Ming'an's heart suddenly hurt when he stepped into the house and saw the debris and clothes thrown all over the ground, the appearance of the house looked like the owner lost his temper and left the house suddenly, and in some places he could smell the residual smell of gunpowder.

Walking through the debris, Xue Mingan suddenly remembered the cause of Xue Zizhu's death and died of illness.

By the way, his younger sister has been plagued by illness for many years, and when he thought of this, the guilt and regret in Xue Ming'an's heart suddenly came up, different from the fifteen-year-old's understatement, it was so heavy that it was a little unbearable.

The chaos in the living room was sorted out one by one in Xue Ming'an's hands, whether it was a messy book, or a shiny white bone china tea set, under the carpet there were sketches of flowers and plants drawn by Xue Zizhu, under the sofa there were glass balls containing rainbow candy, on the balcony there were crystal beads scattered everywhere, and there were half-woven handmade dolls under the sofa cushions.

This home is full of traces of Xue Zizhu's life, and every corner has her breath, and throughout the day, Xue Ming'an feels like a game villain digging for treasures, and he reaps surprises little by little with the task progress bar.

In this room, he came into contact with Xue Zizhu, and then slowly got to know her.

The first day was the living room.

The next day was the balcony.

The third day is the kitchen.

The fourth day is the guest room.

The fifth day is the pantry.

The fragments scattered everywhere were pieced together one by one, Xue Ming'an saw a quiet and silent little girl fighting against the disease, she liked sweets, good at handicraft, liked shiny jewelry, was very keen on games, the books she had read were messy and miscellaneous, and her dressing style was as ladylike as he had envisioned.

His expectations for his sister since he was a child were sweet, quiet, pink, and ladylike, and those tomboy crazy girls couldn't awaken his heart as an older brother.

However, Xue Zizhu, the younger sister who was given up by him a long time ago, perfectly coincided with his expectations.

Even though, at this time she is no longer a person.

Standing in front of Xue Zizhu's bedroom door, Xue Ming's heart was full of excitement, he pieced together his ideal Xue Zizhu, but behind this door, there may be a sister who is different from what he imagined.

There are no photos of Xue Zizhu anywhere in this house, even the tombstone, which is a photo of her when she was twelve years old, Xue Ming'an doesn't know what kind of mood she was in when arranging this qiē, just like he couldn't understand Xue Zizhu's willingness to donate his body at all.

The sound of opening the door was very distinct in the quiet room, and Xue Mingan looked at the qi qi that was gradually unfolding in front of him with his breath, and lost his voice a little.

Xue Zizhu's room was very empty, this was his first feeling, even though it was the largest room in the entire family, Xue Zizhu didn't put anything more.

A wide single bed, pink bedding, floor-to-ceiling windows with good light, and the dual system of 3D projection and holographic games in "Killing the Gods" make up a qiē, and nothing else.

Without her trivial and little daughter interests in other places, and without the hidden happiness and sorrow of Xue Zizhu that he was looking forward to, it was too blank here.

Xue Ming'an suddenly felt dizzy from being hit hard in the brain, and he held on to the door frame and slowed down for a long time before slowly stepping in.

Yiqiē is very simple, in Xue Zizhu's most private and important bedroom, there is only her bed and games.

Xue Ming'an sat on the soft bed, looked at the familiar game system, and chose to log in.

In the sound of the jingling game, he saw a familiar avatar and name.

The three words "Whitedew" glittered against the bleak background of the Valley of Glory.

The Valley of Glory, the battlefield of the imperial brave during their lifetime and the cemetery after their death, is taken from the phrase "one qiē life and death finally return to glory." ”

This is where the most well-known account of the Liberty League committed suicide.

In the real world, Xue Zizhu was taken away by illness, and in the illusory world, she chose to die by herself.

He was familiar with Jia Bailu's account, she was always golden and well-equipped, and at this time she was standing in a black swamp in a novice cloth dress, and she looked into the distance blankly in the familiar music, no longer in the same spirit.

Xue Ming'an's hand manipulating the keyboard trembled a little, and he found the sentence he sent in Jia Bailu's private chat history.

Just because you want to fight with Yunyun like this?

He remembered the photos he had taken with his camera when he hacked Xue Zizhu's computer.

No wonder there are so few mirrors in this house, no wonder Xue Zizhu only has a photo when she was twelve years old, she has been tortured by illness and low self-esteem to the point that she only has a little courage left, and he, this brother who has never done anything for her, may be the culprit who robbed her last bit of courage to survive.

No one in this world will take pictures of Xue Zizhu who has low self-esteem except for his grandparents, so apart from the photos he left behind, Xue Zizhu's images are nothing else.

Xue Ming'an almost ran away from the game, every moment in Xue Zizhu's house began to sit on pins and needles, he remembered that on the day of the game meeting, Xue Zizhu, who was wearing a white dress, saw him with surprise and complexity in her eyes, at that time, her mouth shape was called Xue Ming'an.

She recognized him, but was still forced to leave.

Xue Ming'an left Xue Zizhu's home.

He couldn't stay in that place for a minute.

When he met Shen Yunyun and Sang Zichen shopping together near W University, Xue Ming'an's face was not good-looking, Shen Yunyun, the girl he once had a good impression of, and Sang Zichen, the boy Xue Zizhu once liked, were so disgusting in his eyes now.

Even if he is the culprit who killed Xue Zizhu, as a cold-hearted Xue family, he can still confidently blame others for all his mistakes.

Shen Yunyun was a little disappointed and hurt because of his cold attitude, and Sang Zichen was also very confused by the sudden disgust, under the gaze of these two people with different expressions, he left City A without hesitation, and never planned to come back.

It's a change in the game.

This is one of the things that everyone in the Liberal Alliance Zone has been aware of lately.

Because Jia Bailu's true identity was exposed, the Freedom Alliance District and the Eternal Forest Guild, which had increased in popularity, were suddenly blacklisted, and most of the guild members were chased and killed until they quit the guild directly, and the core members Sang Zichen and Shen Yunyun and others were chased and intercepted everywhere.

When everyone was talking about Jia Bailu's revenge, Xue Ming'an said a word on the world channel with the big number of his famous games.

Jia Bailu is my sister, and as an older brother, I just collect some interest for her.

Shen Yunyun's private chat kept jumping, and Sang Zichen's messages were also one after another, Xue Mingan got out of the game emptyly, looked at the bright stars in the night sky outside the window, and rubbed his sore temples.

He has been dreaming a lot lately, and in his dreams, he can always see Xue Zizhu's wolf bèi escaping, which has almost become his nightmare, making him unable to sleep all night.

So he broke his oath and returned to City A again.

Xue Zizhu's home was already a little dirty, he cleaned it little by little, and slept on Xue Zizhu's somewhat wide single bed for a long time.

Xue Zizhu's body was in the hospital where she had been treated, Xue Mingan hesitated for a long time, but he never went in, he didn't even want to imagine it, let alone see it in person.

Xue Ming'an found himself slowly changing, he began to come to City A for longer and longer periods of time every year, and when he was twenty-five years old, he found a photo of her with her grandparents in Xue Zizhu's book.

Xue Zizhu in the photo is only five or six years old, Yuxue is cute, her smile is as bright as the sun, and her grandparents are also amiable.

So, at the age of twenty-five, Xue Ming'an began to frequently return to the villa where Xue Zizhu spent his childhood in the countryside, where he found more traces of her life, as well as happiness and sadness that have not been buried by time.

Xue Ming'an began to be happy or sad with those traces, Xue Zizhu's first baby teeth, the first beautiful dress, the first little red flower, the first diary, the first illness...... He slowly became involved in all her time, even though it was stuck in place, and he kept moving forward.

From childhood to twelve, from twelve-year-old to seventeen-year-old, Xue Ming'an followed these footprints and walked back to Xue Zizhu's apartment, and then, he found the fragments that she had hidden at the foot of Xue Zizhu's sofa and bed.

When she was sad, she would glue a small crystal bead to these places, and in the villa of his hometown, he saw some, and in this apartment, he saw a lot.

It reminded him of the crystal beads that had been thrown on the balcony when he first entered the apartment, and it turned out that those represented too much unhappiness.

Xue Ming'an was lying on Xue Zizhu's bed, looking at the night outside the window that had remained unchanged as many years ago, and remembered the sentence he had heard.

There is no resurrection from the dead.

He finally understood.