A few days later, 0002 appeared in front of me.
Now even the slightest differences in appearance have vanished. As long as 0002 doesn't speak, anyone would think he is Su Ming'an himself.
0002 waved at me, his eyes still full of vibrant light.
This time I didn't speak, because I suddenly felt it was meaningless.
If this matter had proceeded smoothly, I wouldn't have ended up in a wheelchair after being marked with the control seal by the deities. But... I clearly know, this matter didn't go smoothly.
Hei Que knows that all the tragedies in his life originated from me. Whether it's 0003 or 0004... they all disappeared in the dust unknown to anyone. The meaning of their lives ultimately didn't get an answer.
For the millennium plan, this work was just a backup solution, born to fill the gaps, with very low possibility of functioning. It's just a small screw in the machinery of destiny, whether it exists or not matters little, yet... it determined the lives of so many "Hei Que".
