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The road is almost over.

[Date]

The reaction was getting worse. Liu was very anxious, but there was nothing he could do. It wasn't his fault, but it was still related to him.

I am walking step by step toward that place, the place I am meant to go.

Men are all the same animal. Men all deserve to die. They don't deserve to live in this world.

[Month] [Day]

I'm ready. I've said the same things to them all, and their astonished smiles still disgust me. Laugh all you want, laugh at my ignorance and stupidity. But it was you who killed me, and the child in my womb. Dawn will break in a few hours, but I will never see any of this again. Your filth and sin, your depravity and cowardice, will be irrelevant to me.

But I swear on my life and soul that I will never let you go, never, ever.

It is easy to go from life to death, but difficult to go from death to life. To live towards death is what I desire; to die because of life is what I grieve for.

Chen Wenwen's diary ends here. I lowered my head and let out a deep breath, as if to expel all the gloom that had been weighing on my heart. The fruit fly sat blankly beside me, its eyes gazing at the fragmented sky divided by the treetops. We remained silent for a long time, as if this forest, this city, this earth, this universe did not exist.

Then, I began to tear the old diary page by page, ripping it into pieces. Fruit flies kept lighting lighters, letting the faint flames engulf the memories of the girl who had already left this world. All the hopes, joys, sorrows, and pains that floated in the past turned into thin ashes, slumbering on this tranquil land. Before our eyes, those ashes, carrying sparks, slowly drifted, like black butterflies from the underworld, fluttering their broken petals, rushing towards another unknown world.

end

"It's lucky to see this school demolished before I leave," I said, squinting as I stood in front of the main building a year later, about to graduate. The once towering building was now battered and bruised, its broken windows and peeling facade making it look as desolate as an aging giant.

The fruit fly stood beside me, gripping my hand tightly. Hearing my words, she smiled softly: "Is this your wish?"

Numerous workers were relentlessly hammering at the dilapidated gable wall, occasionally causing broken bricks and tiles to fall and stir up a little dust. I pondered for a moment and replied softly, "No, it's just a different feeling."

The fruit fly nestled against me, shaking my arm, a sweet, childlike smile on her face, but it quickly vanished. I looked at her face, a little surprised: "What's wrong? Why are you so serious again?"

"It's nothing. I was just thinking about things from the past. Do you think souls really exist in this world?"

I was momentarily at a loss for words. Despite my wealth of personal experience, I still couldn't answer this seemingly simple yet perplexing question. After thinking for a long while, I slowly said, "This…"

"K, thank you."

I turned around in horror, only to see that same sunny smile from Fruit Fly. My palms suddenly became clammy with cold sweat, and I instinctively gripped her hand even tighter: "What did you just say?"

"He didn't say anything." The fruit fly was slightly surprised. "Are you really that distracted? It's fine if you don't want to answer, it doesn't matter anyway, at least we're together."

My tense nerves slowly relaxed. Composing myself, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into my embrace. Her soft body rubbed against my chest, her burning lips brushing against my temples and earlobes. She had no idea that my back was soaked with sweat, nor that my nerves had just undergone a major ordeal.

I held her in my arms, overwhelmed with emotion. Many things that had remained inexplicable before suddenly became clear. The writing on the desk, Zheng Tuo's accident, my hiding in the classroom, Xu Beijie's incident, and... and that old elevator—everything came together, giving me the clearest answer.

However, after much consideration, I simply whispered in the fruit fly's ear, "Whether souls exist or not, I will stay with you. Now and forever."

The fruit fly laughed, and her slender arms tightened around me. She didn't see that my gaze was searching for something in the vast sky, rather than being immersed in happiness and joy.

I can't be mistaken, the voice that said thank you just now was definitely Chen Wenwen's.

(The End, Thank You for Reading)

All the bitterness turned into a thin layer of ash, slumbering on this peaceful land. Before our eyes, those paper ashes, carrying sparks, drifted slowly, like black butterflies from the underworld, fluttering their broken petals on their wings, rushing towards another unknown world.

end

"It's lucky to see this school demolished before I leave," I said, squinting as I stood in front of the main building a year later, about to graduate. The once towering building was now battered and bruised, its broken windows and peeling facade making it look as desolate as an aging giant.

The fruit fly stood beside me, gripping my hand tightly. Hearing my words, she smiled softly: "Is this your wish?"

Numerous workers were relentlessly hammering at the dilapidated gable wall, occasionally causing broken bricks and tiles to fall and stir up a little dust. I pondered for a moment and replied softly, "No, it's just a different feeling."

The fruit fly nestled against me, shaking my arm, a sweet, childlike smile on her face, but it quickly vanished. I looked at her face, a little surprised: "What's wrong? Why are you so serious again?"

"It's nothing. I was just thinking about things from the past. Do you think souls really exist in this world?"

I was momentarily at a loss for words. Despite my wealth of personal experience, I still couldn't answer this seemingly simple yet perplexing question. After thinking for a long while, I slowly said, "This…"

"K, thank you."

I turned around in horror, only to see that same sunny smile from Fruit Fly. My palms suddenly became clammy with cold sweat, and I instinctively gripped her hand even tighter: "What did you just say?"

"He didn't say anything." The fruit fly was slightly surprised. "Are you really that distracted? It's fine if you don't want to answer, it doesn't matter anyway, at least we're together."

My tense nerves slowly relaxed. Composing myself, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into my embrace. Her soft body rubbed against my chest, her burning lips brushing against my temples and earlobes. She had no idea that my back was soaked with sweat, nor that my nerves had just undergone a major ordeal.

I held her in my arms, overwhelmed with emotion. Many things that had remained inexplicable before suddenly became clear. The writing on the desk, Zheng Tuo's accident, my hiding in the classroom, Xu Beijie's incident, and... and that old elevator—everything came together, giving me the clearest answer.

However, after much consideration, I simply whispered in the fruit fly's ear, "Whether souls exist or not, I will stay with you. Now and forever."

The fruit fly laughed, and her slender arms tightened around me. She didn't see that my gaze was searching for something in the vast sky, rather than being immersed in happiness and joy.

I can't be mistaken, the voice that said thank you just now was definitely Chen Wenwen's.

(The End, Thank You for Reading)