"Time is running out, Twilight." Faced with the troubled eyes of those people, Twilight had to gently get rid of Chaozhe's hand that grabbed her wrist.

I only heard the person in front of him gently touch his face, and the tenderness in his eyes was wantonly released in front of Chaozhe:

"I'm sorry, but I have something to do waiting for me."

Such cold language.

Chaozhe finally felt the wall between him and Twilight.

He had a vague premonition that told him that he couldn't let Twilight leave.

But when he tried to reach out to hold her, he only touched her flowing hair.

Those people greeted and cheered for the return of the twilight, and they were so lively on their side.

On the other hand, Chaozhe could only hear the sound of other people passing by and opening and closing the door.

Before entering the door, Twilight couldn't help but glance back at Chaozhe.

The lonely scene in front of me couldn't help but make Yili feel the resonance of memory again as before.

The memory reconstructed, and he saw—

Untidy desks, occasional messy tabletops, stacked books.

Classroom? This is the classroom, at school.

The faceless boy sat alone in the corner, enjoying the peace of being alone in the noisy class.

Other people's laughter is so noisy, which makes the teenager so lonely and quiet. It was as if a cold mist of ice had condensed in the air around him.

Is this him?

When Yili wanted to get more information in this short memory, it came to an abrupt end as if someone had ruthlessly interrupted it.

Chaozhe came to his senses, and he was already in his room.

It was also here that the ethereal voice that had not been heard for a long time sounded again.

[Yili, do you hear my voice? 】

The sound was like a wave of sound, and time stood still as it propagated, just like when Yili found that the blind spot was forcibly interrupted by Zhibai.

"I hear you." Yili curiously observed the time that was stopped, he gently tapped the clock at the head of the bed, but it was only pushed to the corresponding position, and did not swing back and forth.

[You have to listen to the next words.] This time, Zhibai unexpectedly appeared directly, and the little girl in a clean dress and pure white hair appeared in front of him again.

Yili looked at the image of the white that she hadn't seen for a long time, and felt the strange sense of déjà vu that was both familiar and strange.

[Survivors, incomplete. 】

[Because this story was born at the earliest, when he was created, it did not get a more mature ending.] 】

[Originally, in the car, this story has ended.] 】

[But it seems that because of your existence, yes, it is your existence that makes this story go on again. Zhibai's voice was full of surprise, and she was as happy as a little girl excited to hear something good.

[In other words, the next story is uncontrollable, and we will not even be able to go back, and whenever you die next, the ending will be announced.] 】

Thinking of going back, combined with the previous encounter, Yili asked with a strong desire:

"Can I go back again and save Zou Xiaqi?"

Such a question really surprised Zhibai. [You're thinking about others, how good. A relieved smile bloomed on her face, and there was a little helplessness.

[But it's a pity that even retracking can't change such an ending.] 】

Zhibai responded to Yili's burning eyes full of longing.

[A person who has a heart that accepts death calmly cannot be saved no matter what. 】

[Death is not your wrong choice, but his destined ending. 】

Zhibai put his hand on her heart and motioned for Yili to feel her mood at this moment.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to feel an unprecedented strong feeling and the ups and downs that had gone with it during this journey.

There are also memories, and he finds his previous memories through resonance with the characters.

Even those memories don't seem to be happy.

Yili couldn't help but start to fantasize, was he a ruthless and bad person before? Why are these simple emotional ups and downs rare, which makes him feel like he has never had before.

Now you need to make a decision. 】

[It's to go on and write your own undefined ending.] 】

[Or grab my hand and return to the labyrinth to start the next journey?] 】

Zhibai stood quietly in front of him and stretched out his hand towards him, with the familiar smile on his face.

After thinking about it for a long time, Yili finally spoke: "Can you come back in the future?" ”

[Of course, the stories here are always open for you.] 】

Zhibai showed a strange expression: [Secretly spoiler for you, there is another book connected to the survivor in the labyrinth, and when you find him, you may need to return to the survivor again to find what you need. 】

Yili put aside his eyes and thought about it for a while, and said, "Okay." ”

He got up from the bed and stepped forward to take Zhibai's hand.

At that moment, the pages flew and the white light flashed, and the door of the survivors opened again.

It was at this moment that he felt the warmth that had approached him before entering the inner space.

He opened his eyes with the great light, and found that the warm feeling was not from anything else, but a blurred shadow in front of him.

I can't see it really, even if Yili tries to observe it clearly, he can only see a rough outline.

Another question sprouted in Yili's heart, who is this?

He kept getting closer to Yili, and said in the familiar cold Zhengtai voice that could not be more familiar:

"Bigger secrets are still brewing."

Before he could think deeply, Yili once again lost the perception of anything around him as before.