He shifted the topic like a shameless deserter, sealing the sadness once more.
"Just hold on a bit longer, at least till you see that bastard under the tree." Su Ming'an quickened his pace.
"It's useless. Even if there's a 'next time,' only you will remember everything, because you are Luowasha's [Protagonist], the most important person..." Lü Shu said softly: "What you just told me doesn't matter... because I'll forget it next time, we'll all forget next time..."
At this point, Lü Shu suddenly felt a bit lonely.
Feeling lonely for Su Ming'an.
If all this can only be remembered by Su Ming'an, if only he could bring this last, desperate, struggling, broken memory to a new beginning of the "next time," flowing into the next Long River, how lonely Su Ming'an must be?
His words were in vain, his efforts unseen, his wounds and blood flow unknown to others. His pain was buried too.
Fortunately, this damn resetting mechanism is only for this time.
Fortunately, only... once.
