"Do you want to wander around?" Cashulael squinted his eyes and asked, "It's big here!" "Honestly, I don't think much about it." Blake said it anyway, though he didn't want to say no. "Yes...... Cashulaill blinked, a look of great disappointment. I...... I'd love to go up there. Blake couldn't stand Cashulyre's expression and said quickly. Topmost? Where is it? Cashulyre immediately laughed, as if he had just torn a face. All the way up. Blake pointed to the sky with his right index finger and said seriously. Up? Cashulael asked, confused, "But there's only air up there." What's so nice about that? "Have you ever tried looking down from above?" Blake patiently explained. "But looking down from above, you can also see the White rift." Cashulael tilted his head and crossed his hands on his lower back, "Why do you have to go up there?" "Because the feeling is different when viewed from above." Blake felt his facial expression freeze for the moment Cshulaill had just finished speaking, and felt that the voice he had just spoken sounded strange. He felt that today was the most patient day he had in all this time, although he now felt the urge to lie down in the resting bed and pretend that he didn't know anything.

"Huh? Is there any difference? Cashulyre's eyes widened, a look of disbelief. He flashed, grabbed Blake's shoulders with both hands and shook it constantly, and kept shouting, "Tell me about it!" Blake, tell me about it! "Stop...... Stop it! Blake had to keep his voice loud so that Cashulael could hear him clearly. Breaking free of him directly Blake was unwilling, and if he continued like this, Blake felt that he might be in a trance, so he had to do it. "Oh." Cashulael paused, and immediately stopped. "......" Blake suddenly felt a little dizzy. He attributed this to his poor physical fitness and the fact that he did not have a half-Cer Bean relationship with Cashulyre. "What's wrong with you?" Blake looked at Cashulaire's concerned face, and there was no trace of a desire to blame.

"I'm fine." As he spoke, he grabbed Cashulyre's hand. Cashuler's hands were cold, but not cold. "That's good." Cashulael gasped and said softly, "I thought I had done something wrong......" "You didn't do anything wrong. Blake said, smiling slightly. Are you really okay? Cashulael asked uneasily, standing on tiptoe slightly. He was already taller than Blake, and now he stood on tiptoe and was taller than Blake. It looks a little funny, but it doesn't feel like there's anything wrong with it. "Can you tell me about what you see up there?" Blake swore he had never spoken in such a gentle tone before. He suddenly felt that his brain had been damaged by an unknown energy, and he himself had not been aware of such a serious and terrible thing just now.

"You close your eyes, you close your eyes." As a result, Cashulael now began to shake Blake's hand and kept screaming. "Close your eyes?" Booker frowned and said. "Shut up!" Casholyre's voice sounded coquettish, but Blake didn't find it annoying. "If you don't close your eyes, how can I show you!" He grabbed Blake's hand and said loudly. "Close your eyes!" Seeing that Blake was stunned, Cashulael urged. Show me? Although Blake had doubts in his heart, he obediently closed his eyes. "Take it easy! Don't jump up suddenly! He heard Cashulael say this. Immediately, he felt a soft energy flow from the palm of his hand into his body. The energies didn't cause him any discomfort, so his body's automatic defenses didn't kick in to clear the extraneous energies. What an amazing guardian...... Blake thought. Then, it occurred to him that such a magical energy could be artificial—and the cause of all this was the person he had been thinking about day and night—Cassius.

Then, as if a window was opened, a ray of light shone into the dark world, and then it became brighter and brighter. Blake finds himself standing in the clouds, and beneath him is the view of the White Star, or the White Rift. He must have been stunned, but he only saw a very clear river that seemed to be right in front of him, clear enough for him to see the faint mist on the river. He frowned and nodded slightly, only to see a very clear mine hot spring, which was full of water flowing quietly in one small pool after another. He could clearly see every ripple on the surface of the water, every stone at the bottom of the water. It was all so clear and real, it was as if he was looking through a super telescope. Is this the White rift in Cashulaire's eyes? He thought so, and opened his eyes. "Why do you want to open your eyes?" As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard Cashulael exclaim, "You haven't finished reading it yet!" ”

"You shouldn't look at it that way." Blake thought for a moment, then said, "You should try to see them all." "I've seen it all." Cashulael tilted his head and asked in confusion. "I mean seeing them all at once." Blake explained. "Disposable?" Cashulyre's eyes widened, his mouth opened slightly, and he said, "But then you can't see it all!" "I can't see it all, but I can see different things and have different feelings." Blake said, placing his hands naturally on Cashulyre's shoulders and saying, "It's a feeling that you can't bring by just looking at a part of something." "Oh, then I'll try it when you're gone." Cashulael grabbed Blake's left hand with both hands, then spun in a circle, saying as he turned. "When I find that feeling, I'll take you up and see it!" He said with a smile on his face expectant.

"Yes." Blake replied, "But why don't we go up together now?" "Because...... I'm afraid I'm ......," Cashulael said, her voice getting quieter and quieter. By the end, Blake could barely hear what he was saying. "What did you say?" Blake asked. I said...... I'm afraid I'll be with you...... After going up together...... Can't find that kind of ...... That feeling......" Cashulael said with a blushing face. "Huh?" Blake was a little surprised—he had never thought it was the case. "You'll be disappointed......" he continued, slowly. No, it won't. Blake said, rubbing Cashulael's head with his right hand. It's a little less easy, because Cashulael is taller than him. "En......" Cashulael bowed his head slightly, looking a little enjoying it.

"You should be calm. Bligh was saying, "You were too. "Calm down?" Cashulael asked, scratching his head with his left hand. "Don't rush around at every turn." Blake continued. "Isn't that bad?" Cashulael tilted his head slightly and continued to ask. "Don't grab someone and shake them at every turn." Blake reached out his left index finger and poked Cashulael in the right cheek. "Did I make you annoyed like this?" Cashulyre's eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of mist, and his voice suddenly became very aggrieved. "No, I don't hate you." Blake suddenly felt a little helpless, but still patiently comforted. "But you said don't do that......" Cashulael sniffed, looking as if Blake had bullied him on purpose. I...... I'm telling you not to do that at every turn, because it's easy to fall and hurt your foot and sprain your arm. Blake felt it was the most false thing he had ever said, but he said it anyway.

"That's not safe." Blake continued to pretend to be calm, "If you're hurt, how can you go to the sky to see the White Rift?" "Oh, then I'll never do that again!" Cashulael narrowed his eyes and said obediently. By the time he opened his eyes again. The mist was gone. "That's good." Blake suddenly felt that he might want to take a quick relief pill or something when he returned to his break room, or he thought that he might have something wrong in the middle of the night and take a leave of absence the next day. He wouldn't allow himself to be absent from work - or he might die of disgust!