An expressionless face did not mean an absence of sorrow. Each experience of despair and pain left tiny cracks in the soul, until one day it suddenly shattered. Only then would the people around him realize: had he really been so fragile?
People grew stronger as they matured, but they also slowly lost their original selves. To find Gao Ming at his weakest, Fate naturally had to awaken the Gao Ming in his original, unaltered state.
His arm could no longer exert any force. The crying in his heart made Gao Ming stop. To kill Fate, he had erased himself through death after death, paying an unimaginable price. But when the price became Liu Yi's death, his heart—the real Gao Ming—still refused to do it. "If Liu Yi's illness is cured, I will cease to exist. If Liu Yi remains trapped in illness and pain, our connection will grow deeper and deeper, and Fate will likewise be able to slowly discover my true name through her. There's no way out."
Releasing his grip, Gao Ming sat down on the other side of the hospital bed. The ward fell quiet.
He knew she was awake, and she knew he wanted to kill her.
"Everything we experienced was real. The ghosts wandering in despair, the people living under a false order, and my slumber after the car accident, while you waited day after day."
"In the end, I can't sever the medium. Killing you is no different from killing myself."
"I'm not afraid of fighting to the death. I've been through even the most brutal battles. I've long been prepared to perish together with Fate, but I never imagined our confrontation would be like this."
"I can't see Fate or find it. Everyone standing before me is someone I've kept in my