There was no longer a girl sitting in the wheelchair, smiling.
All the images dissolved into a kaleidoscope of colors pouring into the earring, the scarlet tendrils, the child's corpse in a burlap sack, the research institute's data... all transformed into drifting clouds.
The ten-year-old Su Wensheng stood between the about-to-disappear broken scenes, looking towards Su Ming'an.
"That older Su Wensheng." The ten-year-old Su Wensheng said, "He is not me. I could never become like that. So, don't believe him."
Su Ming'an nodded: "I understand."
And thus Su Wensheng smiled slightly.
His smile was still exactly the same as when he fell into the lake. Always a bright and confident smile. As a part of The Original, he wasn't as steady and intelligent as Acto, nor as strong as Su Rin; he was just an ordinary person, but he achieved the best as well.
