"She must have been someone important to me. Why can't I remember her?" Most Sentimental Gao Ming clenched his fingers. Compared to death, forgetting seemed even more hopeless.
The Red Umbrella fell to the ground. Wounds appeared one after another on the exquisitely beautiful woman's body, as though every one had been sustained while saving Gao Ming.
Her disappointment had built up too deeply, leaving her eyes dull and gray. She took a sharp knife from her bag.
"I'm getting off here." Most Devoted Gao Ming looked at the others on the bus. "You have to reach the last stop! Don't truly forget her!"
Seeing the woman step onto the platform, Gao Ming hesitated no longer and walked straight off the bus.
The doors closed, and the bus continued onward. Through the windows, the other Gao Mings saw Most Devoted Gao Ming collapse on the platform. Perhaps, to that Gao Ming, the only way to avoid hurting either woman was to hurt himself.
"The cowardly Gao Ming was assimilated by Home's protection, and the deeply devoted Gao Ming killed himself for love. It seems Gao Ming had to throw away far too much to become Gao Ming..."
Kind Gao Ming couldn't bear it. He didn't want to keep following that train of thought. Perhaps those who got off along the way weren't the ones suffering. The one who truly suffered was the Gao Ming left at the very end.
"If we want to reach the end, there are things we have to discard. We're racing against Fate. Any burden could cost us everything." Painter Gao Ming, sitting beside him, spoke with utter indifference. "Looking at it that way, I'm actually the best suited for this."
Kind Gao Ming glanced at Painter Gao Ming. Just now, it had been Painter Gao