At the edge of this world, Angel is an anthropomorphic code concocted by one of their geniuses, crossing the forbidden chasm and becoming the first to connect the two worlds. She was endowed with a voice that all souls missed, long black hair like a waterfall and small, full lips, and eyes as black as jade, with a little deep light.

The man who wrote her was Mousse, who liked nothing more than to look at the glimmer in her eyes, which he said was beautiful, like the hope hidden at the bottom of Pandora's box. But Mousse kept her alone, and he didn't want any soul to know what her true worth was. Maybe he came up with a better idea, maybe he just wanted her to sing him a song and show him the way to heaven.

But none of that is the purpose of the mousse.

Angel is very obedient, and her whole body, down to a single hair, is his masterpiece. He patiently searched for code that could be linked to the real world one by one in the world's library, and believing that Monica was waiting for him, Mousse thought that Angel could say that instead of him.

The sentence that stuck in his throat and couldn't get it out until he died.

The underwater world was so quiet that she couldn't hear anything. Angel's foot was fastened with a hinge, and the long extension reached the depths of her feet. A tiny fish swam to her with its tail fin, the only creature at the bottom of the vast expanse of water, except for Angel. She held the fish in both hands, it was so small, but the scales on its body were a multicolored color.

Carefully, she held it to her chest, closed her eyes, and slept quietly, as if she were dreaming, and the dream was a distant past.

Mousse finally found the code he was looking for, and he quickly typed it into Angel, and when Angel opened her eyes again, she felt as if something was in her empty mind. Those things are data that the program she's entered so far can't understand.

Mousse stood in front of her, looking at her with a hot and sincere look in his eyes, like looking at a soul tied to the other end of her body. Angel saw Mousse's trembling lips and subconsciously clicked it.

He couldn't speak.

Angel suddenly hugged her head and screamed heartbreakingly. Her beautiful features twisted together, as if she was suffering unspeakable pain. Her screams shattered the silence that had been stretching at the edge of the world, sending all the souls in a panic like a virus infection, and they rushed towards Angel to push the culprit who had bewitched their minds to hell.

Angel received a disturbance from reality, humans did not know what her code composition was, so far it did not seem like any code that existed in the world, as if a new world had been discovered, capturing her data, like a beast gnawing at her body. The data structure of the world structure is harsh and harsh, and they don't know that Angel is crying, and her tears are like pearls falling to the end of the bleak world.

Mousse was squeezed out by the angry and silent soul, and his eyes looked at the outstretched hand in the center of the black tearing vortex, she tried to grasp something, but it was all in vain.

Angel felt the pain almost numb in her body, and suddenly understood that she was a code. Not souls, not human beings. He could make thousands of himself, so he never had to hold her hand.

Mousse knows that he is cowardly again, and humans can find countless excuses for their weakness, but they are still unquestionably cowards in their bones. Whether he lives or dies, he can't get rid of this innate cowardice flowing in his blood. He wanted to ask for her forgiveness, and he frantically searched for the place where she had disappeared, but she was indeed gone.

There is not even a piece of programming code left for consciousness.

He was angry, he was remorseful, he turned all his weakness into boiling anger in his chest. But his mouth was wide open, and he still let out a silent roar.

Is what he is looking for just a reason to survive?

He could create countless Angels as long as he wanted to, and the price was almost not enough for him to frown. But there was only one code in her head, and that was the emotion he had left, the one he had found day and night, and he had forgotten what he wanted to say. His mind was almost empty, but he knew that the code of the words was still with hers, the only point of his existence.

Monica.

Angel chuckled. She felt the code in her body, and at the bottom of the endless flowing water, she could have an eternal time to squander. The fish kissed her cheek, and she felt a slight itch on her face, but she didn't want her to be slowly eroded by the code written by the mousse in this eternity, and she gradually developed a wonderful feeling.

Miss Monica said that it was probably a feeling of loneliness.

Under the interference of humans, Angel and Miss Monica's programming data in the real world converged, and she could even talk to her in her heart, I am afraid that this is Mousse's original wish. What humans can't do, and their fit and familiarity come together, as if they have never been separated.

Loneliness is the most terrible of sorrows, and it ultimately leads to despair. Miss Monica says that she was the first code he had made up, and that after his death, she was not taken in by other humans or recovered by the Security Service. She chose to wait for Mousse's return. But after a long, long time, she forgot the sad and helpless emotion of relying on each other, without the bonds of the world, and without the meaning of existence.

So, she chose to be a fish, swimming in a chaotic stream of data. She is still a lonely fish, and she has changed her form, and she still can't get rid of the loneliness that comes from the world.

Monica was so colorful, but she swam to this sea of sorrow.

Angel saw a strange picture in the sea of data in front of her, where the sky stretched to the limit, a blue to pure and transparent color.

The dark darkness of the light is far from his sight, so that he can see a new beginning.

The sweet and perverse sadness, on the back of the huge projection of the sun, faintly, faintly lost.

And he was tired of chasing, and all his strength seemed to be faint under her faint pupils.

The past they have been entangled with together is so long that the entanglement of love and hate that follows the memory is so long that it is impossible to find out where the original origin was.

Maybe it's the fire, it's the moment when the water tries to blend.

A thousand kinds of flavors are complicated in my heart, and one by one I fill the cracks in my heart, but no matter how I touch, I can't touch each other's hearts, and I can only hear the heavy and pulled memories from eternity, making a creaking sound.

This is their self as spirits.

"Why am I the way I am?" She looked at the sea of data and imagined herself swimming in the sea, but she couldn't touch any boundaries. And Mousse never left.

She could see countless parallel worlds here, and her world had also passed through many memories, finally bringing together all the cold data to her place.

No matter how many identities you have, or how many times you have met.

She was still waiting here, hoping he would show up.

And the final moment has finally arrived.

He stood in front of her, and he was just like when countless identities faced her, and he could recognize the original you and me after experiencing how many times he had experienced the washing of me.

She remembered the phrase she had engraved in her memory, and she had been trying to say it, but she had lost the code.

"I love you." She said with tears streaming down her face.

Jun Lili held out his hand to her, and fell into his arms as he had done a million times.

"I love you too."