Chapter 158 See you in the next life
"Master, it's raining heavily, please go back."
"Just let us handle the situation on the spot."
An Ming raised his eyes and saw only the neon lights shining through the rain. Pinocchio was so prosperous, but it could not allow a girl to survive alone with her mother.
Not all birds can fly, right?
An Ming gently closed Annie's eyes, his face numb and expressionless, letting the rain wet his coat.
Is this freedom?
Harmony or order, it makes no difference.
The gods will not cast their gaze upon mortals, nor will they have mercy on those suffering under the rain.
The sky is the high and lofty other shore, and the ground is the abyss that keeps falling.
The rain blurred all prosperity and desolation into drifting reflections in puddles, splashing broken ripples in the gaps between falling raindrops.
It turned out to be the case.
He still couldn't change anything.
This time he lost Aini, who will it be next time? How much more can he lose?
The black umbrella blocked the rain. Robin came to An Ming and whispered, "I have contacted the funeral home." She knew that at this time An Ming needed someone to calm down.
But she wanted to stay with An Ming.
"Thanks..."
"You don't need to say thank you."
The robin raised his head and stared at the vertical screen in the distance, muttering to himself: "How far is it from our ideal paradise?"
She can become a big star, but she still cannot redeem all the suffering in the world. After all, the power of one person is too small, and it is nothing but a pipe dream to want to fight against the rules of the world.
"..." An Ming stood there silently, watching Annie bid farewell to this world.
"Mockingbird."
"Ok?"
"You said that people will experience three deaths in their lifetime."
"As long as we never forget, Miss Annie will never be truly dead," Robin held An Ming's cold left hand tightly. The head of the Oak family exuded a terrifying aura at this moment.
"Dream planet, dream land."
The halo above An Ming's head fluctuated violently, and finally fell silent. He arranged for Robin to go home first, while he left with the funeral home's convoy.
Aini's body was not beautiful, so An Ming finally chose to cremate it. Through the interlaced flames, An Ming seemed to see that day again.
The once prosperous Tianhuan tribe's territory was reduced to ruins after the star core disaster.
In the end, only a handful of ashes was left.
An Ming has the ability to recreate the Aini in his memory, but he thinks that reality is too sad and painful, and Aini will definitely not want to return to this world that is not worth loving.
At least... wait until he creates the Garden of Eden in the new world, a world without sadness and pain, and then resurrect Aini.
Please sleep now.
An Ming will always be remembered in my heart, so...it won't be considered a true death.
When the first ray of sunlight fell from the window of the funeral home, Pinocchio welcomed a new day. No one knew that late last night, a girl named Annie lost hope in this world.
The world continues to move forward, following the rules as they should.
An Ming looked directly at the sunlight and found it so dazzling.
Whether it is harmony or order, he will create a happy Garden of Eden, and there will never be another "Aini".
As the head of the Oak family, An Ming possesses great power in Pinoconi, and now is finally the time to use this power.
It's time to change the world.
An Ming held Annie's urn and walked out of the funeral home step by step, towards a new sunny day.
The gentle sunlight fell between the golden hair and under the black wings. An Ming looked at the sky, as if he was looking at the birds that could not fly into the sky.
Pinocchio is the land of dreams.
But whose dream can actually be realized?
An Ming returned to the golden moment, holding the small key in his hand. That small house was everything to Annie - the only trace left in this dream land.
Countless times, An Ming came to this cottage when he was looking for inspiration. At that time, Annie would hold her favorite wooden guitar, sit by the window and play cheerful music to the colorful scenery outside.
"The world kisses me with pain, but I repay it with songs," the girl with long white hair once said to him with a smile, "Isn't it very philosophical? My mother told me so."
She only has a little happiness, but it is ruthlessly taken away by reality.
The key was inserted into the keyhole, and a familiar scene came into view.
Annie's favorite second-hand sofa is where she always lies lazily with a pillow in her arms. For her, it is a more comfortable place than a bed.
There was a single bed that was so simple that it was a bit too simple, and a wooden table by the window, on which were some books that I didn't know whether I had read them or not.
And that not-so-big window.
Outside this small window is the golden moment of eternal stagnation, happiness, dreams, and the sky; inside the window is the unchanging life, reality, broken ideals, and a place of silent crying.
An Ming didn't know what kind of mood Annie was in when she looked at the scenery outside the window, and whether she had ever peeked at the vast sky?
He sat on Annie's favorite sofa and unfolded the envelope left for him on the table.
To Anming, my best friend.
In a trance, I seemed to see Annie opening the window, listening to the singing of the robin outside the window and starting to write a letter.
I'm sorry, when you see this letter, I should have left the world forever.
An Ming is a very gentle person, so he will definitely be sad for a long time, that's why I want to apologize.
I just lost the reason to live. Life is so tiring. People always say that there is bitterness before sweetness. Could it be that meeting you has used up all the sweetness?
But...God let me meet you, but never gave me the right to fall in love with you. If it had been earlier, would I have stopped hiding the love in my heart?
If there is an afterlife, let's meet again.
Next time, I will definitely find you first!
The key is left to you. If you encounter something unhappy, come here and I will listen to you carefully~
By the way, I haven’t finished writing that song yet. If it were you, you would definitely be able to complete it.
There is one last thing. Please listen carefully.
An Ming, I love you.
See you in the next life.
The contents of the envelope were not much, but they revealed relief everywhere. Apart from An Ming, there was no other reason for Annie to stay in this world. But even if she stayed, she was destined not to be with An Ming.
So she chose to let go and fly to her own sky.
An Ming leaned on the soft sofa and closed his eyes, as if he was back in that warm rainy night.
Annie leaned against the window, holding the guitar with a gentle smile on her face, humming the unfinished song.
'Don't want to leave'
"When you said you were still here"
"Suddenly I began to look forward to it inexplicably~"