Fu Jin didn't sleep all night.

He sat on a black couch in the living room, eating a snack.

Yu Kite came over and reminded him very "kindly", "You will be fat."

When Fu Jin heard this, his face was loveless.

I wish to leave when I perceive that Yu Kite is coming, and the white clothes and the tomb man will fight when they meet, but Fu Jin seems to default to the three things, and they can avoid it.

"Losing weight is not about eating casually when you have food, treating yourself casually when you don't have food, and being hungry all the time to lose weight, but proper diet control." Yu Kite said

It's like some kind of memory from the past. Fu Jin narrowed his eyes, he looked at Yu Kite, she was overlapping with the low-eyed preaching woman, and even the frowning expression was exactly the same.

"You... Have a stomach problem?" Fu Jin asked her out loud.

Yu Yuan blinked, she looked surprised, "... How do you know?"

「…」

And so it was. Fu Jin stroked his forehead, "It's just a flash of the picture for a moment."

…

Fu Jin went to the hospital for a checkup.

"Mr. Fu, after MRI and tomography, you do have meningioma."

"Although the tumor is benign and your basic reflexes are above average, our hospital still recommends that you remove the tumor."

…

I would like to sit on the roof of the hospital and watch the traffic under the tall buildings.

Fu Jin is about to regain his memory, and it is because of the information he gave.

The cold manager smiled rarely, and kept laughing, laughing maniacally... Tears flashed, falling out from under the mask and landing on the dark black robe, with no trace to be seen.

… She will die soon.

…

The woman lay on the toilet and couldn't stop retching.

She hadn't eaten again, and every time she missed a meal, she would have a stomachache.

Obviously, she couldn't vomit anything because she hadn't eaten, but she just kept retching.

Fu Jin walked over, he looked up, his hand lightly pressed her cheek, and kissed her face lightly, like silent comfort.

The woman actually cried.

Fu Jin patted her face at once.

"Fu Fu—" She lowered her eyes and hugged him.

…

「——!!」

On a rainy day, the view is not very good, and there is a sharp sound of brakes.

The car in the driveway raced towards the sidewalk.

The man pulled away from the drunken woman, and he fell closer to the lane due to the reaction force.

The woman's eyes widened, "Jin——!!!!"

In Fu Jin's field of vision, the rainy day was hazy.

Despite the man's best efforts, he confronted the runaway car.

He lay on the ground, red blood curling across the cold, damp floor, and the call of a woman in his ears.

Jin.

Jin.

Jin.

One by one.

He saw her call for emergency services at a loss, and he saw him reach out and kiss her hand with the last bit of strength, and said, "I have no regrets in this life."

He saw her expression completely overwhelmed, she was drenched in the pouring rain, obviously she wanted to hug him, but she didn't dare to move him at all.

That was the last time he and she saw each other.

…

Fu Jin saw Yu Yuan lying on the wardrobe, looking at him vigilantly.

I can't tell why, the face is different, but he knows that it is Yu Kite.

Fu Jin reached up to her, and she also reached over and slapped him on the head.

"What else did you drop?" Ah, you leather boys!! The woman heard the sound of things falling in the kitchen, she walked to the living room, and angrily angry at Fu Jin.

She stretched out her hand to encircle Yu Kite and picked her up, and she solemnly admonished Fu Jin, "Fu Fu, if you harass Kite again, I will beat you." She's too young to be done to her."

Yu Yuan lay in the woman's arms, suddenly relieved, and looked at Fu Jin who was taught a lesson with a cute expression.

Really eccentric, scolding him every time. Fu Jin thought dejectedly.

…

"Mr. Fu, the operation was successful, congratulations."

Fu Jin woke up.

He didn't expect that the first person he saw when he woke up would be her.

I would like to stand in front of his hospital bed, look down at him, and "remember?"

"Hmm."

"All?"

"It should be." The memory is not coherent, but fragmentary, and Fu Jin is not sure whether the information he got is all the information, so he can only answer conservatively.

Willing to nod.

Willing to go.

Fu Jin lowered his head and slowly sorted out the timeline. The time should have been more than ten years from start to finish, and a lot happened in the middle. At first, he and her met and fell in love, and then when he died, she wrote a novel in his memory, and everything described was copied from her past with him.

… It's crazy that she wants to resurrect the dead. Fu Jin stroked his forehead.

She lied to everyone, including him and her... Fu Jin frowned suddenly.

Yu Kite is coming.

"Fu Jin."

Fu Jin raised his eyes to look at her, smiled wickedly, and completely collapsed the character named "Fu Jin", "I'm not."

"You know, don't you?"

Yu Kite took a deep breath, "You..."

Do you hate her? Do you like her now? Do you like me? Will you like me?

Yu Yuan ran through a lot of questions in her heart. Because she couldn't figure out what she wanted to say, she was rarely hesitant and completely overwhelmed.

"I like you." Fu Jin said.

Yu Yuan's eyes widened, and for a moment it seemed as if she was suffocating, and she stopped breathing.

…

Zero watched her turn off the light panel screen.

It was rare that he did not speak, nor did he comfort her.

She created this world and them, using the story of Jin and Yu'er, plus other elements, to create Fu Jin and Yu Kite, just to be able to continue the life of "Jin".

Set them as a pair of perfect heroes and heroines in her eyes, and then project themselves into the world as gods.

But he first fell in love with Yu'er, fell in love with the creator as a creator, and then fell in love with Jin as a creator, and fell in love with the origin of creation as a creator.

Now, Fu Jin said that he fell in love with Yu'er, and as Yu'er's former lover, he fell in love with the creation that was made with Yu'er as a model.

It's ironic.

Zero looked at his hands.

Are they creatures, do they really have the power to rejoice, sorrow, and love others?

She turned, ready to leave.

"Where are you going?" Zero reached out and grabbed her hand.

Yu'er turned around, her tone and expression extremely calm, "He has regained his memory."

"I will prepare to resurrect him."

Zero was stunned, "Why?"

She tilted her head, as if she didn't understand why he was asking.

After a long time, she smiled slowly, innocent and innocent, "I haven't paid him back yet."

"You've done enough. He'll be alive here forever." Zero said.

"It's fake." Yu'er reminded him.

"It's just self-deception." She said this in a light tone, but Zero understood what she meant.

Jin still has countless family and friends in reality.

Even if he can give up these things, after he is here for a hundred years, he still has to go back to the original world to be reincarnated. And the rules of the world do not recognize the world written by Yu'er.

Jin saved Yu'er and was only twenty-two years old when she died. At the age of twenty-two, he died before he could fulfill his destiny, and the next time he was reincarnated, the depth of Jin's soul would inevitably decline.

Many of the roads he had traveled to reach the zenith had to be retraced.

It should have been Yu'er who would have encountered all this.

Jin lives in this world for a lifetime, and she can be happily reincarnated...

It doesn't exist.

And she has fulfilled her destiny, even if she dies now, there will be no problems.

Zero restrained himself and said in a suppressed voice, "... I see."

"..."Yu'er looked at him.

He was shocked at his gaffe and fell silent. In just a moment, Zero regained that elegant and sven temperament, just like the calm and self-contained Fu Jin in Yu'er's pen at the beginning, "What needs to be done?"

"No, I don't." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed the corner of his lips, "Just like now."

Zero looked at her with a surprised expression.

She put her finger to his lips, as if to say to him, "Shhhh Don't speak," the woman's expression was very calm, and there was also a kind of indescribable depression, "I like you."

When she said this, her tone seemed to be taken for granted.

Like...? Thinking about it, many thoughts rushed through my heart. In the end, a thousand words converged into a certain unspeakable heaviness.

"Am I like him?" He said this in an unexpectedly cold tone, and he couldn't hear the emotion.

She said, "It's like."

"Is that okay?" She asked.

Zero was silent. He bowed his head.

A kiss, she hooked his neck, silent.