Collapse? No, this is just everyday life.

"It's right there, and on a larger scale, it's bigger than the others!"

"Um......"

Following the stream's gaze, he struggled to lift his head, and soon, the large moon in the center of his vision caught his attention.

"Wait...wait a minute!"

John shouted excitedly, as if he now knew what the creek was referring to.

"I saw!"

John's cheers excited Xiaoxi as well, and she couldn't wait to ask, "Tell me what you saw?"

The moment Xiaoxi uttered those words, Xilin, who was witnessing the scene, froze on the spot.

She tried to open her lips, but her choked throat prevented her from uttering a single word.

This phrase is all too familiar.

The dialogue is ongoing.

"There it is, right? It has two ears and a head!"

"anything else?"

anything else?

Those three short words blurred Xilin's vision, making it almost impossible for her to see the image clearly.

Who could have imagined that this short sentence would be used by the stream as a bridge connecting John to the future, a question that would last half a lifetime?

“There… there are two legs!”

Unlike Celine, who was on the verge of tears, John in the scene was still happily pointing at the night sky.

Yes, is there anything else?

"And then there's the moon, the moon is its round belly!"

At this moment, one of the biggest questions in everyone's mind was answered.

Previously, she had been puzzled by the stream: why did she fold paper rabbits again and again, why did she persist year after year, and even on her deathbed, she kept asking John this question.

At that moment, all of this transformed into a surge of emotion that welled up in everyone's hearts, blurring their vision.

To others, it might just be a simple paper rabbit—boring, uninteresting, and not very pretty—but to Xiaoxi, it was the greatest effort she could make to remind her husband of their beautiful first meeting.

Her illness prevented her from expressing her inner feelings, so she could only use paper rabbits to convey them.

If once doesn't work, then twice; if twice doesn't work, then three times, four times, until the end of her life, until she can no longer break the branches.

Unfortunately, in the end, old John still couldn't recall any of it. They accompanied each other but couldn't get close, like lone boats sailing in opposite directions in the dark night, forever passing each other but never truly meeting.

This profound sorrow is heartbreaking.

The scene froze in Xilin's eyes, not because it was over, but because tears finally blurred her vision. Large teardrops rolled down her face, seemingly endless no matter how much she wiped them away, forcing her to temporarily stop the live stream.

It took her several minutes to recover.

Just as she was resuming the game, little did anyone know that the most heart-wrenching moment was yet to come.

Chapter Twenty-Five: He never really wanted to go to the moon.

"Sorry, I was a bit out of line just now. Let's continue."

With her lips pursed and her eyes red, Xilin apologized to the audience. The audience naturally understood, as she wasn't the only one looking like that.

The scene restarts, and John points to the stars in the sky.

"So, what do you think those stars actually are?"

“I’ve never told anyone this… I’ve always thought of them as lighthouses.”

Looking up at the sky, Xiaoxi felt as if she had become an ordinary person because of John, and naturally expressed her inner feelings.

Wow, it must be so lively up there!

"Do not."

Xiaoxi shook her head, a hint of sadness in her eyes: "They can see the other lighthouses, and they also want to chat and communicate with each other."

"But they can't, they're too far apart, too far to hear each other at all."

"All they could do was try their best to shine, and they did just that, illuminating other lighthouses, and illuminating me as well."

Why are you here?

"Because one day, I will become friends with him."

Stars, lighthouses... Celine felt her vision blurring again.

It seems like Xiaoxi is talking about stars and lighthouses, but what Xiaoxi really wants to talk about is herself.

Suffering from an illness, she was like a lighthouse on the beach, standing quietly, gazing at other lighthouses from afar, yearning but unable to reach them.

Until a lighthouse shone its light toward her, illuminating her, warming her, and allowing her to be embraced.

However, due to an unexpected accident, this light became very dim.

Not wanting to lose this warmth, the stream could only burn itself out with all its might, sparing no effort to increase its light, trying to reconnect with that ray of light.

She succeeded and failed.

She did connect with that light, but she could no longer find that warmth that touched her heart.

Therefore, she didn't see Anya as a child, but rather as herself.

Even if she leaves, even if she is gone, she can still transform into Anya, burning her last embers, quietly illuminating and warming her loved ones.

Xilin felt she was already holding back, but tears still uncontrollably spilled out little by little.

They thought John had been taking care of the creek, but it turned out that the person who had suddenly gone missing and needed care was actually John all along. This love was so long, so long that they only realized it when the game was almost over.

"What's inside that bag...?"

The stream in the picture asked.

"Oh, it's a prize I won playing whack-a-mole."

Have you ever played whack-a-mole?

"No, I've always been clumsy..."

Upon hearing this, John jumped down from the tree trunk, picked up his schoolbag, and opened it.

"I got something... but I don't know what's inside."

Then, a platypus doll came into view.

"Is it some kind of strange duck... or a beaver?"

John was a little confused, but he picked up the platypus and handed it to the creek.

Xiaoxi took the platypus plush toy and hugged it, looking at it with some curiosity, and said, "It looks really strange, but I really hope that one day I can win one myself."

"John!!!"

Just then, John's mother's voice came from the foot of the mountain.

"It's Mom, I have to go now."

"......for you."

Little Creek suddenly fell silent. She handed the platypus back to John, but John pushed it back to her.

"Hmm... Keep it, it's yours now."

"mine?"

"Yeah, I'm sure I can win another one!"

Xiaoxi didn't speak, but her clasped hands showed her response.

The moment the platypus appeared, Sirin had already settled down in Bengbu.

Xiaoxi treasured that childhood gift like a precious gem.

Whether in high school, growing up, getting married, maturing, or growing old, this platypus has always been by her side. It embodies her most cherished childhood wishes and is the only direction from which she feels that warmth.

The constellation Rabbit, seemingly drawn together in perfect unison under the starry sky, and the wondrous imaginations about lighthouses among the stars, all converged in this small, ugly platypus, making her never want to leave it for a moment.

Will you come here again next year?

Xiaoxi called out to John, who was about to leave, and asked somewhat nervously.

"Of course, what about you?"

"Yes."

"Same place, same time?"

"Yes."

Having made a promise to meet again, John happily left to find his mother, but a little worried, Little Creek followed after him, clutching a platypus doll.

Under the gentle strains of a piano melody and the moonlight illuminating the two who had just made their promise, Xiaoxi mustered her courage and asked John again, "What if you forget... or get lost?"

John stopped and turned to look at the somewhat nervous creek. He suddenly smiled.

A gentle breeze, carrying the moonlight, carried this vow to a distant place.

"Then we'll meet on the moon eventually, you fool!"

"It's right there in the little rabbit's belly!"

At this moment, Xilin could no longer hold back. She lay on the table, and even though she tried to suppress her sobs, you could still hear them clearly.

At that moment, everyone recalled the beginning of the game, when Old John looked at them and said in a confused yet earnest voice, "I just... had to go!"

If the preceding plot was about Little Creek's unreserved and profound love for John, this short sentence directly reveals Old John's heart.

He absolutely has to go!

The stream is still there waiting for him!!!

Even if the blocker makes him forget his memories, even if time has buried the past, even if he lives like someone else.