Was that really all right?
That thought had taken root in my mind.
I could fulfill my wish, but disappear in the process, merging with the world I had dreamed of.
At first, that might have brought me comfort and satisfaction. But what about afterward?
Even if Ye Qing's convictions never wavered, could he be influenced by people's consciousness, just like Heaven, and change?
That would be even more heartbreaking.
To be replaced, to be influenced, unable to hold on to the convictions he'd had from the start.
I was terrified that it might happen, and the fear left me restless and uneasy.
I stared at the empty sofa. Thinking of Ye Qing, thinking of Han Yun, I felt as though I couldn't catch my breath.
At first, Ye Qing's plan had been little more than a vague outline in my mind. As time passed, I'd questioned it and thought about changing it. But more and more facts proved that Ye Qing's grand plan was possible—even perhaps the only way.
It was just that the plan was different from what I'd first imagined. This wasn't something that could be solved with a wave of my hand. Erasing the original ghosts wouldn't be enough to carry it out.
It would require Ye Qing's sacrifice, and might even require mine.
I hesitated.
I'd only hesitated for a moment at the thought of sacrificing myself.
What frightened me more was the possibility that I wouldn't be changed. I would survive, carrying all my memories, while Ye Qing disappeared. Or, worse, the world would start to deteriorate again not long afterward, and ghosts would appear once more. What would I do then?
What was I supposed to do?
I clutched my head and buried it between my knees. I gasped for air, but still