This amusement park was huge, and the distance between each ride was quite long.
The lights on the rides were lighting up one after another, like a road gradually unfolding before them.
What was ahead?
No idea!
What was the next building to light up?
No idea!
Where would this road eventually lead? Who lit this road? Why was it lit?
Aizahár knew none of this!
She didn't even know why she was running with Bianka! Running here with these lights!
But she had to do it! It was as if a voice in her heart kept saying, "Aizahár! If you stay where you are this time, if you turn back, you will definitely regret it for the rest of your life!"
Who could speak in her heart? Was it her? But why did she have to say such nonsensical things to herself when she knew nothing?
It must be God!
Bianka ran in front of Aizahár. If she had taken the time to look back at this moment, she would have seen a blush on Aizahár's sallow and thin face.
It was the color of excitement!
God had responded to her... that must be God speaking to her!
Only God had the ability to speak in people's hearts... so—
Aizahár took a deep breath, a smile uncontrollably spreading from the corners of her mouth.
So at this moment, she unconditionally believed the voice in her heart, believed the reminder from "God."
She would definitely regret it, this was what God said!
Even if this matter would make her fall into the abyss, even if her life would never recover from this, as long as she still devoutly believed in God, then she would never regret this action!
She didn't know if it was because of running at full speed or because of the excitement of receiving God's response, but Aizahár only felt the sound of her own heartbeat filling her ears, making her whole body feel hot.
Perhaps this was the so-called "youthful hot-bloodedness"!
The pendulum ride, the pirate ship...
More and more amusement park rides lit up in front of them, and then were left behind.
Neither of them looked back, so they didn't see the sea of lights that was slowly gathering behind them.
"What's wrong? Is Amnesty Day here?!"
Someone rushed out of their residence in alarm. It was dark here, and the sudden light could only be the canopy opening to welcome the rain of "Amnesty Day."
But the person who emerged from the darkness did not see the sin-cleansing rain. Before him were only the lights that were lighting up one after another.
And the two small figures illuminated by the surrounding lights.
Running... running with all their might!
Chasing the light! More and more people were alarmed by the lit-up rides. Only at this moment could an outsider feel how many people lived in this darkness.
They watched in amazement as the lights gradually lit up. Some people were afraid of the lights, angry, and retreated into the darkness, cursing, or turned and walked away.
Some people were mesmerized, obsessed, and took two steps forward, reaching out their hands, wanting to grasp the light in front of them.
And in the end, everyone's eyes focused on the two people who were chasing the light.
"Mom, what are they doing?" a little boy with chapped lips asked, pulling on his mother's hand.
But the mother he was pinning his hopes on was just as confused.
"I don't know either..." the boy's mother shook her head. She frowned at the two of them, quickly thinking about why they would do such a thing.
She couldn't guess. She didn't even know what the two of them were doing. In her eyes, the two of them were just simply running.
"Are they trying to catch up to the thing that's making these amusement park rides light up?" But the child saw the thing running in front of them, saw a "Homu" that didn't exist.
That's right... in the child's vision, there was a Homu with a big basket on its back running in front of them. Magical items were constantly falling out of the basket on the Homu's back, turning into sparkling amusement park rides in the darkness.
And Bianka and Aizahár were chasing such a magical Homu!
"Ugh—!"
Suddenly, a wave of palpitation spread throughout Aizahár's body.
Her body, running without oxygen, had reached its limit—the fatigue, emptiness, irregular schedule, and unreasonable arrangements that had accumulated over the past four months all erupted at this moment.
Aizahár only felt her legs suddenly go weak, and then her body lost control and fell forward.
Bianka turned around in surprise and quickly caught the falling Aizahár.
A sharp pain shot through her lungs, and her legs, which had suddenly stopped, began to ache, making Aizahár twitch, trying to find a position that would relieve the pain.
"Aizahár! What's wrong with you!" Bianka had never seen the state of "overwork" before. Everyone she knew around her did not have this kind of trouble.
In her eyes, Aizahár had just suddenly collapsed.
Like an adult's dream, it had come to an abrupt end in his long life.
This is... enough, right?
This was Aizahár's first reaction, but the voice of "God" in her heart was still ringing.
"Is this really enough? Don't you want to see what's at the end of this road? Are you just going to go back like this?"
"With 'Kiana' who can still keep going?"
Aizahár suddenly raised her head and stared blankly at Bianka for a second.
She raised her hand with some difficulty and waved at Bianka. "'Kiana'! You should keep chasing!"
It was still those few questions—Why? Chasing what? What for?
She didn't know, but it was "God's" will.
It was the answer that the faith that had existed in Aizahár's heart for nearly ten years had told her!
"But you..." Bianka shook her head. "No! This is your wish, you should be the one to see the end!"
"Eh?" Aizahár was stunned.
My wish?
Wait... so... it's my wish?
The voice of God suddenly became blurry, and in its place were the few questions that "God" had once answered for her.
Why?
Chasing what?
What for?
Aizahár asked herself these three questions for the third time in her heart.
But this time, the answer she gave was the complete opposite of the previous two times.
"This is not God's will..." she said to herself in a low voice.
"This is my own wish... so, this is my own answer!"
"'Kiana!'" she stretched out her hand to Bianka, her eyes stubborn and strong. "Please help me!"