To be loved means to be consumed, to be dyed to ashes, to love means to be a light that never dies, to be loved is fleeting, and to love is to live forever - Rilke

"Who are you?" The woman looked at the man with a look of joy in front of her expressionlessly, and spoke without emotion.

It was a man with platinum-blond hair and honey-like eyes. From a secular point of view, this is a beautiful man. The woman coldly assessed the person in front of her, letting his smile freeze on her face.

"Should I know you?" As if she was a little impatient, the woman's fingertips tapped on the edge of the bed again and again.

At that moment, she saw this man's face frozen horribly, as if she had seen some deepest hell in the world.

He struggled to organize his vocabulary, trying to make himself seem less afraid: "So, do you know who you are? ”

"Me? In the usual sense, I use the name Hatsuizumi. "If a woman doesn't want to, she says her name with a series of modifiers.

She, "Hatsuizumi", obviously noticed that the other party was relieved, so what did she say that the other party was satisfied with?

"Then how could you...... How could it be—" The man's love was a little unstable, "I don't remember who I am?" ”

Chu Quan raised his head and looked at him strangely: "I am Chu Quan and I don't have a direct connection with whether I know you or not, and I don't have any memories of you in my memory, so I make the judgment that I don't know you." ”

Her patience seemed to have reached the limit, brushing away the other party's hand that wanted to stop her from getting out of bed, lifted the snow-white quilt, and rolled over and got out of bed.

"-Hatsuizumi, you can't-" She took these words as a murmur and walked straight out of the room.

Leaving the man alone, he slowly sat down and covered his head.

"Self-inflicted...... Self-inflicted ...... Hahaha...... "If someone passes by this ward and happens to look inside, they will see that in such a sunny day, there are people who exude the deepest gloomy atmosphere.

The news quickly spread throughout that small circle, and in fact, except for the fact that the man couldn't accept it, everyone else was much calmer.

It's as if sacrifice always comes at a price, and they, as well as many others, are still alive, so there must be someone who has lost something.

Hatsuizumi looked at herself in the mirror, a crimson light flashed in her eyes, and she turned her body, always feeling that something was missing, it seemed to be something extremely small.

I guess it's not important.,The information that was missed when passing through space.。 Hatsuizumi thought.

As for why the man who looked quite amazing among ordinary people could insist that he had a connection with him, Hatsuizumi was a little confused, but something in his mind forced this confusion down.

It was as if she had walked through the room where identity was required and sat on the chair very naturally, thinking about the unnaturalness without noticing that she was the biggest unnatural.

"Her body seems to remember these things, but her brain doesn't have them." The young woman with glasses looked at the surveillance footage and said slowly.

"The moment she looked at me with that stranger look, I almost screamed." The end light whispered in the shadows beside him, his voice full of despair that could not be hidden.

"Didn't I say it, she must not have really forgotten you." The woman was a little tired, the state of the last light was not good, after all, the darkness had merged with him for too long, even if ninety-nine percent was removed, the remaining one percent would be enough for him to enjoy for the rest of his life. Originally, he would have lost half of his reason in matters related to the first spring, and the remnants of darkness made it easier for his feelings to rush to the extreme.

What has changed is not the first spring, the woman sighed very softly.

"What are you going to do if she never remembers this qiē." After a long time, she spoke.

Sueguang's face distorted, and for a moment his mind was full of crazy thoughts, and this madness made his face gray: "I...... I don't want to discuss this possibility, just thinking about it makes me feel like the world is separated from myself. ”

He changed his standing posture uneasily: "If I have to say, I will probably go to a planet outside civilization and bury myself." "If you have to choose a way to bury yourself, that's the way to go.

"You're crazy." The woman calmly, for some reason she was able to assert so.

Sueguang's manic feelings subsided at this moment, and he said in a tone that was no different from before: "You're right, I've gone crazy a long time ago. ”

He walked outside Hatsuizumi's office and leaned against the door.

The distance between them was now only a door, but he didn't have the courage to push it open.

When Izumi looked at him with that cold, even bored, look, he didn't know how he could continue to speak, as if his whole life had been denied.

The door creaked, and he looked up, his gaze meeting the man's face. Panic rushed to his heart, making him try to support his body, but was interrupted by a flat voice.

"What are you doing here?"

Here it is again, this kind of narration without the slightest emotion, almost like a blade rubbed against the skin, makes him tremble all over.

"I'm here, what's the problem?"

"Because I'm passing through here." She tilted her head to look at him, seeing that he didn't mean to move, and suddenly irritation welled up in her heart. Now, in the simple brain of "Chu Quan", which is judged by the number jù, this kind of irritability is so sudden and unreasonable, and it also makes her confused heart a rare trace of confusion.

Obviously, she just needs to leave this person here and leave it alone, but she can't help but ask out loud.

I don't know where it starts, I don't know where it ends.

The brown tea leaves are washed away by boiling water, leaving a slightly astringent dark liquid in the cup.

Hatsuizumi ignored the fact that it was warm enough to burn his fragile mouth, and instead drank it down.

Something wasn't right, she thought.

All the mechanical joints were missing an important knot, a absence that should have been realized the moment she woke up, not from the man's hollow, helpless eyes.

In the beginning, she was ...... to the man What's it called, "The Last Light"? The "first impression" she left was strange enough, as a creature who was not supposed to judge humans by her appearance, the impression that the end light gave her was "good-looking"?

This kind of panic is not only in Sueguang, although Hatsuizumi hides it very well, but as a third-person viewer, it is effortless to write about her panic here.

Hatsuizumi should have almost noticed these twisted, unusually intertwined, even under the force majeure of the world, her memory was almost a whole new species.