At the end of time and matter in this world, Qi Ling embraced Su Mo, lifting herself on tiptoe, leaving a kiss on his lips as gentle as the wind.
The last kiss.
Her voice was faint amidst the disintegration of everything around, nearly inaudible, yet so intense as if it wanted to pierce through Su Mo's soul.
"Come back to find me."
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The darkness was like a bottomless abyss, wrapping Su Mo deeply.
There was no concept of time, no sensations, just a void.
His consciousness floated in this darkness, unaware of when it might find an exit.
Suddenly, a weak ray of light pierced through the darkness, like a white star lighting up the night, guiding him forward.
The light gradually grew brighter, and Su Mo's consciousness also began to awaken. He felt the presence of his body, heavy yet gradually gaining sensation.
A faint sound reached his ears, the cold beeping of some instrument, and a low conversation between people.
