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An endless sea of ​​flowers.

Golden flowers sway in the wind.

Okazaki Tomoya stood at the edge of the sea of ​​flowers, his eyes vacant.

Behind him, his grandmother was telling him a story he had never heard before in a calm and drawn-out tone.

A story about his father, Naoyuki Okazaki.

"Naoyuki, after your mother passed away, he too lost his soul, just like you are now."

"I'm having more and more work-related social engagements, and I'm coming home later and later."

"But he never gave up on you."

"To raise you, he gave up promotion opportunities and all social life, acting as both father and mother by himself."

"He's just too clumsy."

"He didn't know how to love a child, so he could only work hard in the way he thought was right, trying to give you the best life."

"After he injured you that time, he sat alone on a park bench all night."

"The next day, he quit his regular job at the factory and started doing odd jobs everywhere."

"He said that seeing you reminds him of how he failed to protect your mother, and he can't help but get angry at you. So, he chooses to stay away from you."

"In his own words, at least he won't hurt you anymore."

Grandma's voice was soft, yet it brought a pang of sorrow to Tomoya's heart.

The foundation of all his rebellious behavior.

At that moment, it collapsed with a crash.

The person he had hated for over a decade.

For the first time in my memory, it became clear.

He remembered the clumsy lunchboxes his father used to make for him when he was a child.

He recalled countless late nights when that man sat by his bedside, watching him, and then quietly left.

She recalled the fleeting look of endless regret and self-blame in that man's eyes after she was injured.

So it wasn't disgust after all.

It is love.

It is a love that is so deep it is unspoken, so clumsy it is hurtful.

Tomoya's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

He covered his face, sobbing softly.

It turns out he wasn't abandoned.

It turns out that he had always been loved.

Just then, a faint, suppressed sob came from deep within the sea of ​​flowers.

It's tide.

Tomoya suddenly raised his head, his eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins.

He parted the flowers and ran frantically toward the direction from which the crying was coming.

......

Meanwhile, in the real world.

Countless living rooms and bedrooms.

The air seemed to freeze.

All the audience members held their breath, their hearts gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

They watched the man's staggering figure on the screen, watching him break down because of a truth that was more than a decade overdue.

A bittersweet feeling fermented and swelled in everyone's chest.

"So that's how it is."

A young man who had just argued with his father stared blankly at the screen, muttering to himself.

He remembered his father's hands, calloused from years of hard work.

I remembered how my father would always ask me, "Is this enough money?" after transferring money to my account.

He always took it for granted.

It was only at this moment that he realized just how much weight was hidden behind that silence.

Healing Animation Company.

Shen Qingyue covered her mouth tightly with both hands, trying not to cry out.

Tears had already overflowed, trickling through her fingers and falling to the ground one by one.

Looking at the man running wildly through a sea of ​​flowers on the screen, she understood Su Bai's words so profoundly for the first time.

Nagisa's death was a source of intense pain and rage.

But Tomoya's father's story, and his reconciliation at this moment, are a long and sharp pain.

It wasn't fatal, but it precisely pierced the softest spot in everyone's heart.

She turned her head and looked at Su Bai beside her.

The man continued to stare calmly at the screen, as if admiring a painting that had nothing to do with him.

But deep in his eyes, there was a complex emotion.

It was a compassion akin to that of a creator.

......

In the animation.

Tomoya finally found that small figure in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers.

tide was squatting on the ground, hugging the robot toy, her little shoulders trembling as she suppressed her sobs.

Upon seeing Tomoya, she was startled, quickly wiped away her tears with her sleeve, and stood up like a child who had done something wrong.

"sorry."

She said in a low voice.

Tomoya looked at her, at those golden eyes that were exactly the same as his own, filled with a cautious fear.

He could no longer control himself.

He rushed forward and pulled that small body into a tight, tight embrace.

"I'm sorry, Shio."

He held her in his arms and wept uncontrollably.

It was as if she wanted to cry out all the regrets, pain, and suppressed emotions of the past five years.

tide was startled by his sudden hug.

But when she felt that broad, trembling back and heard that hoarse, desperate cry in her ear...

Her small body was no longer stiff.

She reached out her little hand and gently, clumsily, patted her father's back.

"dad?"

She called out tentatively.

These two words completely opened the floodgates of Tomoya's emotions.

"Um."

He choked up and responded with all his might.

"Dad is here."

"I'm sorry for everything."

"Dad is a useless dad."

"But, can I continue to stay by your side?"

tide fell silent.

She buried her face in her father's arms, and a muffled sound came from within.

"Can I finally stop enduring this?"

Tomoya was stunned.

"Aunt Sanae said so."

tide's voice had a strong nasal tone.

"The only places I can cry are the toilet and my dad's arms."

As soon as she finished speaking, the tears that had been building up for so long finally poured out from her big eyes.

"Wow."

A loud cry echoed throughout the sea of ​​flowers.

She no longer suppressed her emotions, no longer acted cautiously.

She cried loudly in her father's arms, just like a real child.

She cried as she recounted her loneliness over the past five years.

She wept as she longed for her father.

She cried as she finally received the hug that had been five years overdue.

The father and daughter embraced tightly amidst a sea of ​​golden flowers, weeping in each other's arms.

.....

At this moment, on screens all over the world.

Countless lines of defense were completely shattered by this most innocent statement.

Holy crap.

A burly man, 1.8 meters tall, was crying in his university dormitory, his eyes red and swollen.

"You old bastard Su, I fucking forgive you."

He cried and pounded the table incoherently.

His roommates were already crying so hard they couldn't speak.

The whole world seemed to have been muted, leaving only silent sobs and choking.

This was not the heart-wrenching wail of Nagisa when she died.

Rather, it was a release of long-suppressed emotions that finally found an outlet.

It is gratifying, it is touching, it is healing.

[That's great, you're finally getting better.]

[Shio is an angel; she healed Tomoya, and she healed me too.]

"I need to call my dad."

[Hey, count me in!]

There were no more arguments or insults on the screen.

Only lines of tender words, damp with tears.

On social media, the phrase "father's embrace" has risen to the top of the global trending search list at an alarming speed.

Countless fathers have posted photos of themselves holding their children online.

Some of the children have grown into adults, while others are still infants in swaddling clothes.

But their faces all wore the same kind of awkward yet sincere smile.

Fathers who haven't communicated with their children for years are starting to try making a slightly awkward but caring phone call to their children who live far away.

A wave of family bond repair, sparked by animation, is quietly unfolding around the world.

Healing Animation Company.

A barrage of system notifications rang in Su Bai's mind.

[Ding! Your work has been detected as having repaired the relationship between a father and son, triggering a large-scale reconciliation between them.]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained the sixth celestial gem: the Light of Fatherly Love.]

[Ding! Your work has sparked deep reflection on family responsibility within society, promoting understanding and intergenerational transmission.]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained the seventh celestial gem: the Light of Inheritance.]

[Ding! Your work has helped countless people rediscover the weight of the father's role and awakened a sense of responsibility in countless families.]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained the eighth celestial gem: the Light of Responsibility.]

Three luminous jades, each emitting a different light, appeared one after another in his mental world.

In that instant, the progress of collecting the Light Orbs jumped from 5/12 to 8/12.

Su Bai looked at the brilliant light, a subtle smile curving his lips.

he knows.

This is a lesson in life, dedicated to the whole world.

The most magnificent movement has begun.