——Noel Agnini walked towards the constant star.
He ran towards the ethereal spring.
...
Su Ming'an collected all his loss of composure, all his pleas, all his weaknesses, and looked at Noel with a gaze that quickly turned indifferent.
This is no big deal.
There's just no one left in this world who knows the silent language between souls, no one who can understand his death wish without words, leading him out of time's quagmire.
No one waiting downstream on the river of time, at the origin and the end of time, leaning on a cane, waiting for him.
No one would pass him strawberry pudding on Soaring Goose Valley, looking at the fields of sunflowers.
No one would stand under the spotlight, humming a song as they walked towards the organizers, letting him rest behind the sun.
Among millions of possibilities, millions of roads, millions of strangers, millions of bewildering choices... Su Ming'an once dared to believe in only Noel's reality.
