November 1, 2219, dusk.

Venice.

It was another rainy day, not rainy, but cold.

In these war-torn years, there were not many tourists in the water city, and this bad weather made the streets less pedestrian.

It was at such a time of time, on a secluded side street.

A lonely shadow, silently walking in the rain.

No one knew where he was going, not even himself.

Until...... An umbrella suddenly appeared above his head.

"How did you find me?" Zilin didn't look back, because he knew very well who the person holding the umbrella for him was.

"I've been back to the bookstore." Lilia said, taking a book wrapped in a black cover from the pocket of her coat and handing it forward, "Boss Heaven asked me to give this to you. ”

Zilin didn't pick up the book, nor did he move, but asked softly, "Have you read it?" ”

"A little." Lilia replied.

"That's the end of it, right?" Zilin Road.

Lilia shrugged her shoulders and replied in an acknowledged tone, "When you're bored and can't sleep on a plane, you want to turn over something." ”

"In other words, I don't have any secrets in front of you." Zilin said again.

"No, it's not." Lilia replied, "People can have new ideas all the time, so my understanding of you will stop until the last time I saw your heart, and if you have any new ideas at this moment, I naturally don't know." ”

"Hmm." Zilin nodded, and finally turned around and faced Lilia, "Then what do you think of 'what you know about me so far'?" ”

"It stands to reason that I should be furious at your plan to brainwash me with a drifter and make me use my abilities as your sister to keep you hidden in the city......," Lilia said, looking up at Zilin's face, "but...... After reading all of your thoughts, I realized that I was not so angry, let alone hated you. ”

"Because you think I'm pathetic?" Zilin answered.

"yes." Lilia replied in a rather flat tone, "You are so pathetic, pathetic, desperate...... I think anyone with empathy can generally understand your selfishness and madness if they think about it. "But I'm not you after all, not only is it not you, but I'm still a person who could have been sacrificed and used by you, so even if I understand you, it's still impossible for me to identify with you or support you." ”

"Heh......" Zilin smiled and smiled bitterly, "Then you say, people like me...... Can it still be changed? ”

"That's your business, I'm not your mother, and I'm not obligated to help you think about this kind of problem." Lilia said, "I just hope that after today, I will have a cross with you and you...... No more; In the future, I will not interfere with what you want to do or become who you are, and on the contrary, I hope that you will not interfere in my life again. ”

When she said this, she forcibly threw the book of heart into Zilin's chest, stuffed it into the other party's hand, and then turned around and left, leaving Zilin in the rain again.

"I said ......" After a breath, Lilia had just walked a few meters away, and Zilin suddenly spoke again, and said to the other party's back, "If I have that plan...... It's not for the drifter to brainwash you, and it's not for you to be my sister...... Wouldn't it be more acceptable for you to stay with me in a more direct form that is in line with your own wishes? ”

"Poof-" The next second, Lilia burst out laughing, she tilted her head and turned her face with a little ruffian-like movement, looking at Zilin and said, "The book is now in your hand, don't you know it at a glance?" ”

"I haven't seen your voice since the end of the prison break, and you should know that." Zilin replied.

"Then why don't you watch it?" Lilia said, turning around again, facing Zilin.

"I ......," Zilin thought for a moment, "I think it's sometimes more interesting to keep some secrets between people." ”

"Then why do you take care of other people's voices?" Lilia asked again.

Zilin replied in a natural tone: "Work needs." ”

"Hehe......" Lilia smiled and nodded, taking cheerful steps as if she had learned from "Singin' in the Rain", stepping on the small puddle on the ground, and returning to Zilin in a few steps, "Do you know what you need most?" ”

Zilin looked down at his pants and looked at the mud ideas that had just been splashed by Lilia: "A reliable dry cleaner?" ”

Lilia didn't answer his complaint, but threw the umbrella on her shoulder, and suddenly stretched out her hands to hold Zilin's face.

"What you need is ......," she said with a smile on her face, and at the same time, the movement of her two hands changed from "holding" to "pinching", "...... A book that can see your own heart, to cure your conceited, sluggish, hypocritical, naïve, incorrigible brain......" She said, her hand squeezing and rubbing Zilin's two cheeks, squeezing Zilin's lips into an octopus mouth, and his face squeezed like a fool, "...... You idiot, go eat! ”

After scolding and pinching, she let out a sigh of relief, and her face smiled brighter, as if this wave was venting quite coolly.

Then, she picked up the umbrella on the ground, shook her hair, and walked away.

Zilin, who was left with both sides of his face squeezed red, stood alone and didn't come back for a long time.

However, after "half a day", Zilin still came back to his senses.

At this point, the rain also stopped.

He put the book of his heart in his pocket, brushed back the soaked bangs on his forehead, and looked up to see a newly rising bright moon rippling out of the dispersing dark clouds.

Then, as Tianyi expected, he "thought about it".

Lilia's absurd and casual behavior inspired Zilin very much.

In fact, sometimes people really don't have to think too far, the immediate feelings are more important; There will always be some accidents that change people's planned future, and even if they don't, people's own thoughts will slowly change with the increase of experience, as for whether these changes are good or bad, it is always unknown, and it is the suffering or happiness brought by this "unknown" that makes life interesting and meaningful.

After this day, Zilin was no longer entangled in escaping fate.

He accepted the constraints of fate, and he didn't care how much he had to pay for the world; In exchange, of course, he would do whatever he wanted with the world for the rest of his life—whatever future generations might say about the dynasty he ruled.