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This is Nina's due date.

The living room was spotless.

The wall is covered with all of Nina's photos from the day she was adopted until her birthday party yesterday.

In every photo, she smiles like a little sun.

The entire room was decorated by the old lady into a heartwarming paradise.

The old man was sitting on the sofa, holding Nina, who was sleeping peacefully in his arms.

There were no tear stains on her face; she simply used her wrinkled hands to gently comb Nina's soft hair again and again.

Seeing this scene, Si felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and even breathing was painful.

This is what I fear most. This kind of calm is more unbearable than heart-wrenching cries.

The old woman had accepted it; she just wanted Nina to leave looking beautiful.

[Stop filming, photographer! Please stop giving me close-ups, I can't take it anymore.]

Ella didn't speak.

She walked to the coffee table and silently took two items out of her briefcase.

One of them was an exquisite silver metal box; that was the recycling device.

The other was a workbook with a hardcover binding.

In such a sorrowful setting, the solemn and ceremonial feel conveyed by these two items only made Si, who was standing to the side, feel increasingly confused.

The vintage clock on the wall, with its hour, minute, and second hands, is about to coincide at the twelve o'clock position.

That was the end of Nina's life countdown.

Si thought Ella would open the silver box directly, but he was wrong.

Ella opened the thick workbook and began to read it softly in a solemn tone.

"Terminal Service Department, Recycling Regulations, Final Chapter."

"Here, we witness the completion of a memory."

"Thank you for bringing 81,920 hours of warmth to this world."

Her voice, devoid of any personal emotion, was like a requiem played in a church, instantly transforming the small living room into a solemn and sacred space, much like an auditorium.

The sadness of parting was replaced by a solemn sense of ritual at this moment.

Si listened blankly, realizing for the first time that this cruel job actually had such a humane final process.

【Ding. 】

The clock struck twelve.

Ella closed the manual.

Instead of immediately activating the recovery device, she bent down and gazed tenderly at Nina's peaceful and serene sleeping face.

Then, in a gentler voice than at yesterday's birthday party, she read out the full version of that farewell speech.

May you be reunited with your loved ones.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

This extremely simple sentence sent a shiver down the spines of all the viewers.

It is not an empty blessing.

It is a commitment, the highest affirmation of the concept of memory.

The comments on the screen started scrolling wildly.

[I'm totally kneeling in front of the screen! What kind of divine lines are those, Su Laozei?!]

"May you be reunited with your beloved." The aftereffects of this line could have instantly killed me.

This is true mastery of the sword! From the deepest despair, it blooms the most beautiful flower for you! And then it tells you that this flower was watered with memories!

Amidst the emotional outpouring of viewers across the internet, Ella opened the silver box.

She took out a simple ring, also made of silver metal, and gently placed it on Nina's cold, slender finger.

"This is."

The old woman looked at the ring, her cloudy eyes revealing confusion.

"This is proof that the recycling is complete."

Ella explained softly, her voice carrying its own unique warmth.

"May you be reunited with your loved ones," these are the words left by our company's founder.

"It means that although Giftia's life will end, the sparkling and beautiful memories they left behind will be eternal, engraved in your life."

"Then, it will eventually guide you."

Ella paused, her red eyes reflecting the deep tear stain on the old woman's face.

"In the long river of memory, I reunite with your beloved Nina time and time again."

Upon hearing this, the old lady's tense emotions, which had been running high all day, finally relaxed completely.

She reached out her aged hand and gently stroked the cold ring on Nina's finger.

Finally, a relieved smile, tinged with tears, appeared on his face.

Standing to the side, Mizugaki Tsukasa's tears were already streaming uncontrollably down her face.

He finally understood the true weight of this job.

They are not taking lives, nor are they tearing apart family ties.

They are drawing a respectful conclusion to a series of precious, irreplaceable memories.

They are the guardians of memory.