Yin Chao had not let No. 002 kill the professor.
The moment No. 002 gently kissed him, memories flooded into his mind.
It was like a downpour in the desert, welcome rain after a long drought.
Those memories from another world made No. 001 a whole person.
He lowered his head, resting his cheek against No. 002's neck-no, Midnight's.
The artery there pulsed steadily and firmly.
"Midnight, why do people have feelings?"
He asked softly.
No. 002 had not heard anyone call him Midnight in years, and he froze for a moment.
Then he placed his free hand on Yin Chao's thin back.
His voice was gentler than ever, as though he were soothing a baby to sleep.
He said, "Like butterflies drawn to a fragrance, like raindrops flowing into the sea.
When you're happy, sad, or angry, those emotions take on different meanings.
People call them feelings."
Yin Chao said nothing. Midnight's voice was naturally deep.
It gave him an inexplicable sense of security.
"What if I'm destined never to have feelings?
You heard them. They all said I'm a defective experiment, a monster without feelings..."
He asked.
As though pondering the question, Midnight carried Yin Chao down the empty corridor.
They wandered aimlessly, simply holding each other close.
After a long while, Midnight set him upright on a windowsill.
He bent down until his eyes were level with Yin Chao's.
"I don't care."
He said.
Yin Chao suddenly remembered that night at the Ferris Wheel, when Midnight had painfully admitted that he was afraid of blood.
The two identical faces began to overlap. Only the look in his eyes remained unchanged.
In that instant, the feelings that made humans vulnerable became an everlasting part of his memories.
Suddenly, Midnight began looking around.
His expression grew serious, the tenderness