"Chao... Yan...?"
Su Ming'an stumbled over his words.
He was like a blind man groping in the darkness, fumbling as he uttered this name. He shouldn't have known this name, for Chao Yan had never mentioned it in this timeline, but somehow he inexplicably knew—she seemed to be called "Chao Yan."
The name of a short-lived flower.
"...Hmm." She held his hand tightly, her smile like the rising morning sun.
The flickering light of the distant train outlined her frail back, her hair blocking the flickering light behind her. And under this blazing light—
Her entire body began to shatter.
It was indeed shattering.
From top to bottom, from head to toe, from chest to limbs—she turned into tiny, dancing specks of powder, breaking apart, and flying away.
Like a multitude of little butterflies separating and flying from her body.
Su Ming'an immediately reached out, but could only grasp one particle after another. Her eyes reflected him, and those jade-colored eyes began to shatter too.
