Beng Tie: What does it mean to broaden one's four destinies in one sentence?

I've forgotten what I wished for.

She walked to the railway tracks again. The tracks led into the distance, to that world sealed off by ice and snow. For seven hundred years, not a single train had ever left from here.

Cocolia stood beside the railway tracks and unconsciously began to hum a song.

That's a very old song.

These are songs she sang when she was young and formed a band with Shiluwa, Dunn, and others.

They were all very young then, feeling that the world was at their feet and that they could change anything.

Back then, when Shiluwa played the guitar, she would bite her lower lip.

Back then, she could still smile.

Cocolia's gaze inadvertently drifted toward the street corner.

There was a machine room there, and the windows were still lit.

Hiluva's Mechanical House.

What is she doing so late at night?

She walked towards the machine house.

One step, two steps, three steps.

I walked up to the door and stopped.

She raised her hand, as if to knock on the door.

But I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

The door was right in front of me, separated only by a wooden board, and there stood the person I used to know so well.

She could hear faint sounds coming from inside, like someone fiddling with some parts, making clanging and banging noises.

Cocolia's hand hovered in front of the door, hesitant to fall.

Say what?

haven't seen you for a long time?

Or...I'm sorry?

she does not know.

She found herself unsure of what expression to wear when facing Shiluva, what tone to use, or even what to call her.

Hiluva?

Or...Ms. Landau?

Just as she hesitated, a figure appeared above the mechanical house.

Cocolia looked up.

Hiluva sat on the roof, her legs dangling in the air, holding a guitar in her arms.

That guitar was a gift she gave to Shiluva years ago.

Hiluva's fingers touched the strings and she plucked them gently.

Then she started playing.

When the first note fell, Cocolia's breath caught for a moment.

The melody is familiar.

Every note is familiar.

That was the song she had just hummed.

That was the only time they sang together during a formal performance at Belleburg's school.

After the performance, Shiluwa hugged her and said, "We're going to go on a concert tour!"

She smiled and said, "Okay."

Then there is no more.

Cocolia stood there for a long time.

Then she laughed.

She joined in, singing softly.

The sound was so soft that it was almost blown away by the wind.

But Hiluva heard it.

Hiluva's singing paused for a moment on the eaves.

She lowered her head and looked at the street.

The lights were dim, and snowflakes were falling.

Cocolia stood in front of the mechanical house, tilting her head back, her lips moving slightly.

Hiluva was taken aback.

The fingers were still plucking the strings, the rhythm hadn't stopped.

She looked at the woman standing in the wind and snow, at her cheeks that were slightly red from the cold, and at the somewhat awkward smile on her lips.

I haven't seen her smile in many years.

Hiluva was silent for a moment.

She didn't ask "Why are you here?" or "What are you doing out so late?" She didn't ask those questions that had been left unanswered for so many years, questions that she no longer knew how to bring up.

She just kept playing her guitar and kept singing.

Two voices, one falling from the eaves, the other rising from the snow.

One is clear and bright, the other is deep and resonant.

One is like that spirited guitarist from back then, and the other is like a great guardian who has finally let go of too much burden.

They come together like two rivers that have been separated for too long, finally meeting again at a bend in the river.

"If you hadn't come from afar—"

"If I don't make another promise—"

Cocolia's voice grew louder.

"Ice and snow cannot know the temperature of fire—"

Hiluva's voice joined in, overlapping with hers, echoing through the empty street.

Just like many years ago.

Those were good times...

The song continues.

Will the wind remember?

Will the snow remember?

"This forgotten city—"

Does anyone still remember?

Chapter 48 Uncle, my life is so miserable!

"This is the star core?"

Lin Si stared at the irregular crystal in front of her, lost in thought.

The story begins ten minutes earlier.

As soon as he logged on, he saw that Bronya seemed to be stalking Cocolia.

As for how we discovered it was being tracked?

Can a normal person follow their mother at a distance late at night?

And when he was controlling Bronya, he discovered something written on her palm.

"The Creation Engine is near Everwinter Territory. You can see it by climbing the cliff and looking down. My mother said she had a way to control the Creation Engine, but she didn't mention what that way was. And she didn't mention the Star Core either."

The palm was covered with dense writing, and I must say, the handwriting was quite beautiful.

Although he was somewhat surprised that the game character could provide him with hints, he had no reason not to trust a "game character" that acted according to his will.

So he followed Cocolia here.

After she left, he manipulated Bronya's body to enter the depths of the furnace core, and then he saw the irregular crystals in front of him.

To be honest, this was Lin Si's first time seeing a star core.

Although both Xianzhou and Interstellar Peace Company have provided pictures, they warn travelers not to take chances if they see this thing.

But when he actually saw it with his own eyes, he wondered how such a small thing could be called the 'cancer of all worlds'?