In Paradise.
A long time passed.
Only then did Wang Pingling dare slip out of her hiding place.
She was a scavenger by trade, and Zhou You had been exhausted in both body and mind. Somehow, he had failed to notice the little girl hiding nearby and listening in the whole time.
She looked at Sansan, who still stood where she had been without moving, and spoke softly.
"Sansan?"
No answer came.
Sansan did not even turn around. She simply tipped her head back and watched Blood Moon struggle in the sky.
The infection was nearing its end. That smiling face was unrecognizable now, and the bright sun shone on its shattered features...
It looked absurd.
Wang Pingling sighed softly.
She, too, hated to see Zhou You leave, but she could understand why he had to go. Sansan, though... After all their time together, Wang Pingling knew how deeply Sansan adored the man she called her "brother."
Of everyone here, Sansan had probably been hurt the most.
After a moment's thought, Wang Pingling decided to offer some gentle comfort.
"Sansan, Zhou You may have left, but he didn't have a choice. Like he said, he still has so many worlds to save..."
Sansan remained silent.
Wang Pingling hesitated, then tried another approach.
"Sansan, you're still young. You have plenty of time. Who knows? Zhou You might come back..."
Still nothing. But Wang Pingling thought she saw Sansan's shoulders shaking.
"...Sansan, are you crying?"
"I'm not crying."
"But you look..." "Pingling, I'm laughing."
Laughing?
A huge question mark seemed to appear over Wang Pingling's head.
What was there to laugh about now? Had grief somehow turned into joy? No, that didn't make sense either.
At last, Sansan turned around.
There were no tear tracks on her face. Instead, she wore a