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Consciousness emerged.

A pungent smell of disinfectant wafted over.

Next, I felt the faint light from the white fluorescent lamp on my eyelids.

And in my ears, there was the monotonous, rhythmic beeping sound of some kind of instrument.

Tsukasa Mizugaki's eyelids twitched a few times, and he opened his eyes with difficulty.

What comes into view is the pure white ceiling of the hospital ward.

He tried to move, but intense pain shot through every part of his body.

Fragments of memory begin to resurface.

Amusement park.

The wanderer.

The self that rushed out to protect Ella.

And finally, that heavy impact, powerful enough to shatter bones.

"Ella".

He subconsciously uttered the name in a barely audible whisper.

"!"

As if the name had triggered a switch, the person guarding the bedside shuddered violently.

Mizuki Tsukasa slowly turned her head.

He saw Ella.

She sat on the chair by the bed, her small body curled up.

Her beautiful long silver hair now appeared somewhat disheveled and dull.

She lowered her head, her hands tightly clutching the hem of her clothes, like a child who had done something wrong.

Upon hearing his voice, Ella abruptly raised her head.

Mizuki Tsukasa's heart was gripped tightly.

What a haggard face it was.

Her eyes, which were always as beautiful as rubies, were now swollen and red like two ripe peaches, filled with bloodshot veins.

Underneath his eyes were heavy dark circles that he couldn't hide.

When Ella saw him wake up, there was no joy on her face.

I was filled with guilt, self-blame, and helplessness.

Her lips trembled; she wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Tsukasa Mizugaki wanted to smile at her as usual and tell her that he was okay.

But even the slightest movement of his lips triggered a tearing pain in his chest, leaving him only able to let out a suppressed groan.

The air in the ward was so heavy it felt almost solid.

All that remained was the monotonous beeping of the instruments and the suffocating silence between the two of them.

At the healing animation company.

Shen Qingyue looked at the depressing scene on the screen and was so heartbroken that she could hardly speak.

"Ella must not have left her side for the past few days."

"Um."

Su Bai calmly stared at the screen and explained.

"Now, it's time for Tsukasa and Ella to switch emotional roles. Before, Tsukasa was always the one taking the initiative, and Ella was the one passively accepting. But now, because of extreme guilt, Ella has become the one taking the initiative."

"But she didn't know how to express herself, or even dared to. This misalignment was a necessary process for their relationship to continue to develop."

After a long wait, the comments in the live stream room finally became active again the moment Mizugaki Tsukasa woke up.

[Finally awake! I was so scared! If he hadn't woken up, I really was going to send that old scoundrel Su a knife!]

[Looking at Ella, oh my god, it breaks my heart. She must not have slept for days and nights.]

Sigh, even though Si's injuries are terrible, for some reason, it feels like the distance between the two of them has suddenly shortened a lot.

[Upstairs, this is called true friendship in times of trouble! I'm so touched!]

The door to the ward was gently pushed open at that moment.

Senior Xiangyue walked in carrying a fruit basket.

Her signature irritable expression turned into an almost imperceptible sigh when she saw Tsukasa Mizugaki wrapped in bandages on the hospital bed and Isla standing beside her, looking utterly lost.

She glanced at the two people who were eerily silent and roughly understood the situation.

"Ella".

Xiangyue's voice wasn't loud, but it made Ella's body tremble again.

"Go downstairs and buy some drinks."

This is an utterly obvious excuse.

As if she had been granted a pardon, Ella stood up as if fleeing, head down, and quickly walked out of the ward.

With the door closed, only Mizuki Tsukasa and Kaori remained in the ward.

Xiangyue pulled over the chair that Ella had just been sitting in and sat down on the edge of the bed.

She didn't look at Mizugaki Tsukasa, but instead took out a cigarette from her pocket and lit it.

The wisps of smoke blurred her face, which always seemed somewhat sharp.

"Newbie."

For the first time, Xiangyue spoke to him in a calm, almost unfamiliar tone.

"Want to know why that girl ended up like that at the amusement park?"

Mizugaki Tsukasa didn't speak, but expressed his question with his eyes.

Xiangyue took a deep drag of her cigarette and then slowly exhaled.

"Because three years ago, almost the exact same thing happened in the same place."

As she narrated in a low voice, the animation switched to a black and white tone with static and noise.

three years ago.

The same night.

At that time, Xiangyue's partner was a clumsy newcomer who had just graduated from the academy.

That newcomer is Ella.

Their mission, too, is to reclaim a wanderer who has become alienated.

During the battle, Ella hesitated for a moment due to her lack of experience and her inability to bring herself to do it.

It was in that instant.

The wanderer seized the opportunity and pounced on Xiangyue in a frenzy.

In the flashback, young Xiangyue screams at her with all her might.

"Fire! Ella! Fire now!"

Young Ella, trembling, raised her gun and swayed in despair.

Finally, she closed her eyes and pulled the trigger.

Gunshots rang out.

The wanderer fell.

However, Xiangyue's leg was also struck by the Wanderer's final attack, leaving a deep wound that exposed the bone.

The final scene of the flashback.

It was young Ella, kneeling in a pool of blood, holding the injured Xiangyue, letting out a devastating cry.

That cry, spanning three years, is still filled with despair.

In the studio.

Watching this scene, Su Bai whispered to Shen Qingyue beside him.

"That's the answer."

"All the audience's questions—why Ella always refuses to create memories, and why she always says she's a nuisance—are answered at this moment."

"All the clues eventually converged into her scar, which has never healed to this day."

In the ward.

Xiangyue finished telling the story.

She stubbed out her cigarette, and a barely perceptible tear welled up in the corner of her eye.

"From that day on, she completely shut herself off."

"She was afraid of forming any more bonds with anyone, afraid that her hesitation would once again cause irreparable harm to her companions."

Kazuki turned her head and, for the first time, looked at Mizuki Tsukasa on the hospital bed with an almost pleading gaze.

"She's not cold-blooded."

"She was just too scared."

This long-buried truth is revealed in the mind of Tsukasa Mizugaki and in the hearts of all the viewers.

Everyone finally understood.

Behind Ella's recurring line, "I can't create memories," lies a heavy burden of painful self-blame.

After a long period of suppression, the comments in the live stream chat completely spiraled out of control.

So that's how it is. I really cried.

So she's not aloof or emotionless; she disguises herself as a hedgehog to protect others!

[Senior Xiangyue, she's a good person too! She never truly blamed Ella! She just felt sorry for her!]

[You old scoundrel Su! I beg you! Give Ella a happy ending! Her life has been so miserable!]

At this moment, the audience's feelings for Ella reached their final sublimation.

It's no longer just simple liking, nor is it just simple sympathy.

Rather, it is a kind of heartache that arises from complete understanding.

Xiangyue stood up, preparing to leave.

When she reached the door, she stopped and patted Mizuki Tsukasa on the shoulder.

"Now you know her past."

"What to do is something you, as my partner, should consider."

She solemnly handed the choice to Mizugaki Tsukasa.

In the studio, Su Bai looked at Mizuki Tsukasa's pensive face and smiled with satisfaction.

"The truth has been revealed, and Lei Ming's previous statements have been refuted. This is an incredibly heavy memory for humanity."

"And this is also our loudest response to the cold values ​​that Lei Ming represents."