After midnight

In the deep darkness of the night, Song Yu led a group of people down the platform. When they stepped on the last step, Liu Jiu looked back, but all he could see were layers of dark steps and the hazy night sky. They had completely retreated.

"Are we leaving like this?"

As soon as Liujiu said this, everyone in front of him stopped. Lingyi and Saner looked at him at the same time, and then looked at Song Yu. Song Yu glanced at Liujiu, and Liujiu quickly lowered his head. He knew he had said something wrong and didn't dare to say anything else.

"Let's go, this is not our battlefield. Besides, I discovered something very important."

"Master, are you talking about Qiqi?" Lingyi asked.

"Yes, she is a failure. I didn't realize it until now. It seems like we have to go back and take a look at your future selves." After Song Yu finished speaking, he turned and left. Lingyi and the others looked at each other and followed him.

At this moment, on the platform behind them, Qiqi was curled up. She was originally petite, and now she looked even more depressed. Wu Si carefully held her in his arms and realized that her body was cold.

The faint but painful moans were intermittent, and were infinitely magnified in everyone's heart. Wu Si hugged her and looked up helplessly. He looked at An Yan pleadingly, and then looked at everyone, but everyone's face was serious and painful, just as desperate as he was now.

"An Yan." Qi Qi called him softly, her weak voice shattered in the air and faded away.

An Yan squatted down and tried to get as close to her as possible.

"You must remember our agreement."

"Yes, I remember."

Qiqi nodded with difficulty, and wanted to say something else, but she seemed to feel that there was nothing to say. So she simply smiled at An Yan.

"An Yan, we have to let them leave here quickly. I just asked Bai Ming to get help, and they should be here soon." Xu Xing was extremely anxious.

An Yan heard it but he turned a deaf ear to it. He looked at Qi Qi gently, and the hanging window appeared and disappeared in the sky.

"Qiqi, we are leaving."

"You go."

An Yan and Qi Qi spoke almost at the same time. During this gap, Bai Ming had already flown back in the Hanging Window. He brought Song Xinjun, Zhou Chen and many others with him. They opened the Hanging Window and approached Wu Si and Qi Qi.

At this moment, Yin suddenly understood what An Yan and Qi Qi were talking about just now.

Qiqi chose this place as the place where she would end her life, and An Yan had already begun to fulfill his promise.

"Go back." An Yan stood up and stood in front of Qiqi and Wusi, and released pure power to threaten and pressure them. Seeing that Song Xinjun stopped, An Yan continued, "Don't worry, I will give Uncle Fang an explanation later."

Obviously, Song Xinjun had no choice.

After twelve o'clock, Wangchengshan Park returned to its usual silence late at night.

"May 4th." Qiqi called him, his eyes drifting away.

Wu Si knew what Qi Qi wanted to do. He said that he was the person who knew Qi Qi best in the world. Wu Si picked Qi Qi up and put her on the fence which was more than one meter high. From here, she could see the most beautiful Xindu.

"Xindu is really beautiful. It's the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen in my life." Qiqi said while snuggling in Wusi's arms.

"You said that if I leave at the highest point of Xindu, will I become the brightest star in the sky?"

Qiqi was talking to herself. Behind her, the man who gave her a strong hug still didn't answer her. Qiqi's eyes dimmed, and she was about to collapse.

"May Fourth, don't you want to say goodbye to me?"

"Do not want to."

"May 4th, please talk. You can scold me too."

Wu Si sobbed and said, "Qi Qi, how could you leave so calmly? How could you let me pretend to talk to you normally? Do you know that after you leave, I will be the only one left in this world?"

Wu Si's sad words were tinged with tears. He had been trying his best to endure himself. He had been listening to Qi Qi talking, but he was afraid that he would not be able to help but blame her as soon as he spoke, and that he would not be able to help but feel pain as soon as he spoke. Qi Qi was really good at poking at his heart.

"You still have Bai Ming, and Xu Xing still has Qing."

"That's not the same, how can it be the same."

"Wu Si." Qi Qi did not refute, but just called out. Her voice became weaker and weaker, forcing Wu Si to hold his breath and listen hard. Wu Si did not dare to answer, and there was another reason. He felt that this way, time would seem to pass slower.

"…I want to see you."

"Okay." Wu Si choked up and helped Qi Qi to stand up, letting her look at him.

Qiqi looked at Wusifu, at the peak of his brow, at his eyes, and at the small dimples on his face.

Then Qiqi suddenly laughed and said, "You are not handsome at all!"

Wu Si also laughed, and then Wu Si heard Qi Qi say: "Wu Si, you must live well."

"Okay." After getting a positive answer, Qiqi smiled and slowly closed her eyes.

"Qiqi, Qiqi."

No one answered. Wu Si smiled and hugged Qi Qi in his arms.

Wu Si closed his eyes and covered her hair with his big hands. After Qi Qi's death, his tears could finally flow.

At 12:30 in the morning, the wind was howling. When a new day came and the sun rose, nothing existed on the platform of Wangchengshan Park.

The window landed at the door of the house, and Su Ziling followed An Yan and walked forward silently. When An Yan walked through the garden and pressed the fingerprint lock under the eaves of his house, Su Ziling reached out and held him. The light bulb under the eaves could only emit a little light yellow, which fell softly into An Yan's eyes when he looked back at Su Ziling.

"An Yan, I want to talk to you."

"Your wounds need tending to."

"I don't want to deal with it now." Not wanting to see An Yan's eyes as calm as deep water, Su Ziling pulled An Yan to sit on the recliner in front of the door. Su Ziling sat down, crossed his legs, and looked at the roses hidden in the shadows in the courtyard.

"It's strange. I wanted to talk to you, but now I don't know what to say."

"You can say whatever you want to say, even if it's incoherent." An Yan knew that Su Ziling just didn't know where to start. If he didn't let Su Ziling speak tonight, he would definitely not be able to sleep, and then he would lose his temper the next day.

"Did Qiqi really just leave like this?" Su Ziling couldn't say the word "die", even though he knew exactly what would happen if Qiqi stayed. When he said this, he was filled with disbelief, panic, and confusion, which were all hidden in the mist in his eyes along with his pain.

"Will Qiqi be happy? Is there really nothing we can do?"

Zhao Yunqi, Lin Xuanfeng, Qiqi, these people left one by one, and Su Ziling felt depressed. He clenched his fists, trying not to let An Yan find out that he wanted to cry now. He was very scared, afraid that sooner or later he would lose someone closer to him. He was afraid that no matter how hard he tried, he would have to watch them lose.

Compared to these, the aching wound on my arm wasn't important at all.

"Yes." An Yan said, "I believe that Qiqi was happy in the last second of her life. Su Ziling, I am happy too. I am happy that she finally got rid of her painful life and no longer has those thoughts and calculations. And after she left, she left us with those happy memories when we think of her, isn't it?"

This is really a lie that doesn't comfort anyone, Su Ziling smiled bitterly. But he really didn't seem to be that upset anymore.

"Come on, let's go in. Didn't you say you would help me treat my wounds?"

Su Ziling still had many questions to ask, but at this moment, at a certain moment, it seemed that nothing else was more important. He was very sad, but how could An Yan pretend so well? Besides, what was there that had to be said tonight? Su Ziling didn't want to ask An Yan, who is An Ran? At least, not now.

Su Ziling turned on the light and the house was pitch dark.

Wuying has already gone back, and the only reassuring thing is that Xiao Su has fallen asleep.

"Xiao Su must be asleep." An Yan walked in and closed the door.

"Yeah." Su Ziling smiled and felt a little relieved.

In the middle of the night, Su Ziling woke up from a nightmare. He hadn't had a nightmare for a long time. Su Ziling thought of something, turned on the desk lamp, and took out the letter Qiqi left for him.

Su Ziling opened the letter and found that it was two letters. One was written to An Yan, and the other was for himself. Su Ziling put the letter to An Yan away and took his own letter in his hand. He squeezed it, very curious, and wanted to know what Qiqi said to him, but he probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight after opening this letter.

After thinking it over again and again, Su Ziling finally put the letter together with An Yan's, then turned off the lights and went to sleep with difficulty.

After getting up in the morning, Su Ziling washed up and returned to the bedside. The golden morning light shone into the room through the glass window, and Su Ziling sat down. He opened the letter.

Su Ziling, you must open this letter after I die. So, I have nothing to worry about. An Yan and I once stared into the same abyss, which was a terrible hell. So, when I first approached An Yan, I thought I would be the person who knew him best in the world. Now, this sentence may not be right, but it may be more appropriate to change it to, I am the person who knows thirteen-year-old An Yan best in the world.

Having said that, I think you should understand. An Yan is a person who is different from all of us. I have drawn a lot of warmth from him. I should thank Lin Nuan, Lin Xuanfeng, Yin Ye and thank you.

But I am still worried that it is not necessarily a good thing for An Yan to live so clearly. I can say for sure that none of us really understands An Yan. But this does not mean that the An Yan we see is not An Yan. I just hope that An Yan can always be An Yan.

Su Ziling, I once said that An Yan is like water, no one can catch him. But I hope you can!

Qiqi must care about Anyan very much. Su Ziling sighed heavily while holding the letter.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the sun slowly rose from the east. Su Ziling walked out of the room with Qiqi's letter to An Yan. At that time, the spacious living room was bright and quiet. Su Ziling walked into the kitchen, which was also empty. Didn't An Yan make breakfast today? Or didn't he get up?

The dry morning breeze blew in, making the air a little cooler. Su Ziling walked over and found the door was wide open. He walked slowly through the porch and saw An Yan standing outside the door.

"Why do you get up so early? Xiao Su doesn't have school today and I haven't made breakfast yet." An Yan asked when he saw Su Ziling.

"I can't sleep, Anyan, why are you standing here?"

"Nothing, just clean the fingerprints on the door lock."

Su Ziling looked down at the door lock. An Yan's fingers were red from the wind. He must have been standing here for a while.

"An Yan, Qi Qi asked me to give this to you. I haven't touched it."

"Yeah." An Yan took it and walked into the house.

Su Ziling reached out and pulled the door handle to close the door. The door handle was still hot.

With a bang, the door closed, and last night and the morning breeze were locked out.