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The animation continues.

The scene appears in a pitch-black room, with only a sliver of moonlight filtering through the curtains.

Si lay on the bed, breathing heavily, fast asleep.

On the other side of the bed, Ella opened her eyes and stared quietly at the ceiling.

The red pupils glowed faintly in the darkness, like two stars suspended in the deep sea.

She turned her head and glanced at Si.

After confirming that he showed no signs of waking up, Ella quietly lifted the blanket and stepped barefoot onto the floor without making a sound.

She took a light beige coat from the hanger, draped it over her shoulders, and sat down at her desk.

The switch for the table lamp was turned.

Click.

A warm, dim light shone, illuminating the tabletop without disturbing the person in bed.

Ella took a stack of letter paper from the drawer, flattened it, and then found a ballpoint pen.

The sound of the pen cap being pulled off was particularly clear in the dead of night.

The only sounds in the entire scene are the scratching of the pen tip across the paper and Ella's steady breathing, which occasionally becomes slightly heavier.

The comments flooded in almost simultaneously.

She is writing a letter.

[No way, could it be a suicide note? Please, please, it's not a suicide note.]

[Even though the scene is so heartwarming, why am I already feeling a lump in my throat?]

[What are you up to now, you old scoundrel Su!]

Healing Animation Company.

Su Bai sat in the corner of the screening room, arms crossed, staring at the slender figure bathed in the table lamp light on the big screen.

Shen Qingyue sat next to him, holding a cup of coffee that had gone cold, without taking a sip.

"How did you explain this part to the sound engineer?"

She asked in a low voice.

"Without any sentimental background music."

Su Bai's tone was calm.

"Use only ambient white noise. The sound of the pen tip scratching the paper must be reproduced to the extreme, and the audience must be able to hear every pause."

Why?

"Because I want everyone sitting in front of the screen to feel like they are crouching next to Ella, watching her write the last word stroke by stroke."

Su Bai paused.

"The closer the distance, the more intense the emotions."

Shen Qingyue silently put the coffee aside, no longer wanting to drink it.

The animation continues.

The camera slowly zoomed in, giving the letter a close-up.

Ella's handwriting was crooked and clumsy, just like her, but every stroke was written with great force, as if she was afraid that if she wrote lightly, it would be blown away by the wind.

The first letter was addressed to: Senior Xiangyue.

Thank you for your continued understanding.

The pen tip paused on the paper for two seconds.

"I'm so sorry about what happened three years ago."

The scene then cuts to a memory.

These are snippets of daily life from a long time ago.

Xiangyue stood in front of the ruins at the recycling site, a cigarette dangling from her lips, and yelled at Ella, who was huddled in the corner trembling.

They scolded her for being useless, for holding her back, for not even being able to do the most basic support work properly.

But the next second, rocks rained down from above, and Xiangyue lunged forward, using her back to block all the falling rocks.

She lay on the ground, blood seeping from her back, cursing under her breath.

"Why don't you run! What are you standing there for!"

Memories fade away.

The camera returns to the lamplight.

Ella's pen returned to the paper, and she wrote word by word.

"Thank you too, for letting me meet Tsukasa."

After writing that sentence, she paused for a long time before starting the second line.

"You always say you hate trouble, but every time I get into trouble, you're always the first one to come and clean up the mess."

"Senior, please continue to take good care of everyone from now on."

She drew a small smiley face at the end of the last line.

The smiley face was drawn crookedly, standing out from the neat handwriting on the letter.

But it was this smiling face that brought tears to the eyes of tens of thousands of people in the live stream.

She remembers. She remembers everything. Every single thing, every single person.

Ella turned the page and began writing the second letter.

Give it a full serving.

"Don't get angry so easily."

"Remember to drink plenty of hot water."

Flashback.

Man flew into a rage because she felt that Si had stolen her time with Ella. She slammed the documents on the table and ran away.

But he stopped at the corner of the corridor and squatted down to rub his eyes.

Ella caught up from behind, said nothing, but took a strawberry candy from her pocket and put it into Man's hand.

Man was stunned for a moment, her nose tingled, and she cried even harder.

The words on the letter continued to extend downwards.

"You are the first female friend I made in the terminal department."

"Thank you."

The third letter was to Constance.

The fourth letter was to Shirley.

The fifth letter...

Each letter was short, and the wording was so simple as to be almost rudimentary.

There are no fancy rhetoric, no long, moving monologues, just the most straightforward "thank you" and "sorry," interspersed with a few details that only the person involved can understand.

But after each letter is written, the animation cuts to a corresponding everyday flashback.

Those hilarious clips that once made audiences burst into laughter.

She tripped and fell flat on her face into the customer's arms; she messed up the recycling task and was chased by Minister Wu; everyone crowded in the break room to grab the last cup of vanilla tea.

Against the backdrop of this countdown, every frame takes on a different feel.

The sweet turned bitter.

What was warm turned scalding.

The audience members had smiles on their faces, but tears were streaming down their faces uncontrollably.

Please stop with the flashbacks! It tastes sweet on the lips, but my heart is bleeding!

She remembers everyone who has been kind to her.

But she took all the blame upon herself. She hadn't done anything wrong!

[She even wrote a note to the cleaning lady, thanking her for mopping the hallway so clean every morning so she wouldn't get her clothes dirty if she fell. What kind of person is she!]

The last letter.

Ella's pen hovered above the paper for a long time.

It went on for so long that people in the live chat started asking her if she couldn't continue writing.

She took a deep breath and began to write.

To the company.

But she stopped after writing only one line.

The camera didn't give a close-up of the text; it was mostly covered by her hand, with only the corner of the character "谢" (thank you) vaguely visible.

As she looked at those words, her eyes slowly reddened, but she never let the tears fall.

After a long time, she folded the letter and placed it at the very bottom of all the letters.

She neatly stacked the entire stack of letters on the corner of the table.

Ella stood up and turned off the table lamp.

The room fell into darkness again.

She walked to the bedside, squatted down, and lay face down to Si's.

Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating Si's profile.

Ella looked at him, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.

She raised her right hand, her fingertips pointing towards Si's cheek.

The movements are very slow.

So slowly that you could see her fingertips trembling slightly.

Getting closer.

One centimeter.

The temperature on my fingertips was almost enough to feel the heat on his skin.

But at the very moment before she touched him, her hand stopped.

Suspended in mid-air.

half an hour.

She slowly withdrew her hand, curling her fingers into a loose fist, and pressed it against her chest.

The comment section was completely blank for those three seconds.

The next second, it exploded.

Why did you take it back?! Just touch it! Just a touch!

She was afraid of waking him. No, she wasn't afraid of waking him. She was afraid that once she touched him, she would never be able to stop!

My heart was gripped tightly. In a physically sense.

[You old scoundrel Su, do you even know what you're doing?!]

Ella gave the sleeping Si an extremely gentle smile.

That smile was so light, like a feather falling on the water, not even daring to stir a ripple.

Her lips moved silently.

No sound.

But the camera gave a close-up shot that was clear enough for all viewers to read the lip movements of those words.

"Thank you."

"besides."

"I love you."

The screen slowly dimmed after this silent confession.

This episode has ended.

In the following minutes, the bullet comments and comment sections were almost entirely flooded with the same type of content.

The entire audience was crying uncontrollably.

Someone typed an entire screen full of ellipses, but couldn't type a single word.

Netizens spontaneously flocked to the already half-dead official Weibo account of Yongheng Technology, leaving comments under its latest promotional post.

The most upvoted comment was just one sentence.

"Thunder's hard drive can hold tens of thousands of terabytes of high-definition data, but it can never hold the moment Ella withdrew her hand. That's the value of Amber. You'll never understand."

This comment received over five million likes within an hour.

Healing Animation Company.

Shen Qingyue sat down next to Su Bai, letting her tears stream down her face, onto her hands, her skirt, and onto the already soaked tissue.

Su Bai glanced at her but didn't say anything.

His gaze returned to the system panel in front of him.

A system notification sounded in my mind.

The emotional connection between the audience and the characters has reached a critical peak. A perfect emotional resonance has been established. Subsequent tragedies will generate an emotional impact several times greater than the current one.

Su Bai stared at the number for two seconds, then closed the panel expressionlessly.

"The usual setup is complete."

His voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself.

Shen Qingyue turned her head to look at him; her nose was red, and her eyes were swollen like walnuts.

"What do you mean?"

Su Bai didn't answer directly. He stood up and put his hands in his pockets.

"Time to sign that name, then let's go to the amusement park."

Shen Qingyue opened her mouth, but said nothing.

She simply sniffed hard and clenched the soaking wet tissue in her hand even tighter.