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Su Bai looked at her, the carefree expression on his face completely gone.

He placed the wine glass on the table, neither glancing at the broken digital pen nor responding to her accusations.

He pulled a tissue from the tissue box on the table and handed it to him.

"Wipe your tears first."

His tone was businesslike.

Shen Qingyue's chest heaved, driven by anger, and she slapped his hand away.

"Stop pretending! Are you satisfied now? You're happy to see everyone suffering because of the tragedies you wrote, aren't you?"

Su Bai did not retract his hand, letting the tissue fall to the ground.

He leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh, revealing a weariness born of something irreversible.

"I admit that I didn't think things through this time."

He raised his hand to rub his temples, a hint of regret in his expression.

"I didn't expect this story to have such a lasting impact, causing such great harm to the audience and to you all."

Shen Qingyue scrutinized him with red eyes, her gaze filled with disbelief.

"Don't give me that! You're doing this on purpose!"

"I am not."

Su Bai shook his head, his expression sincere.

"I just wanted to explore the definition of happiness, but I didn't expect it to be done in such an extreme way. After seeing those comments online, I've reflected on it for a long time."

He paused for a moment, carefully considering his next words.

"If a work only contains pain, then it loses its meaning. I was wrong."

Shen Qingyue was completely stunned.

Is Su Bai apologizing?

This man, whom she always remembered as someone who was always in control and manipulated everyone's emotions, actually admitted that he was wrong?

This felt even more unreal to her than making him admit that Chtholly could be resurrected.

"What did you say?"

She stammered a little and momentarily forgot to continue her tirade.

"I said, I was wrong."

Su Bai repeated it, his gaze fixed on Shen Qingyue's face.

"So, I've made up my mind."

"For our next project, we must make an animation that can truly soothe people's hearts."

He leaned forward, clasped his hands together on the table, and his expression became serious.

"It's that action-packed anime I mentioned before."

"This time, we won't delve into those complicated philosophical propositions or engage in any fatalism; we'll just tell a thoroughly passionate story."

Shen Qingyue's breath hitched, and she couldn't help but listen.

"Friendship, effort, victory!"

Su Bai spoke slowly and deliberately, each word striking a chord deep within Shen Qingyue's heart.

"The protagonist and a group of like-minded companions unite for a lofty ideal to fight against a corrupt and decadent empire."

"They will encounter setbacks, they will bleed and sweat, but they will support each other, constantly grow stronger, and ultimately, they will use their own hands to cut through the darkness and usher in the light!"

His words were incredibly inspiring, painting a picture of a bright and promising future.

"The ending must be a happy one, with everyone welcoming the new world! They will definitely win!"

These words instantly struck a nerve.

She thought of Chtholly heading to the battlefield, and of the lonely William.

If only they could have such an ending...

Her eyes welled up with tears again, this time because of the overly beautiful future Su Bai had described.

But reason quickly pulled her back.

Why should I believe you?

She sniffed, her voice still thick with a nasal tone.

"You always tell your stories in such a fantastical way, but what's the result?"

The result was a scene of carnage and widespread suffering.

"Words are no proof."

Su Bai had anticipated this. He opened the drawer of his desk, took out a brand new folder, and gently placed it in front of her.

"This is the complete proposal for the new project; you can make your own judgment."

Shen Qingyue's gaze fell on the folder.

On the cover, five large characters are written in a very impactful font.

[Slash! Crimson Eyes!]

斩？

crimson?

The words made her heart skip a beat, and she instinctively thought of Chtholly's ominous red hair.

Su Bai saw through her doubts and took the initiative to explain.

"Slash is to cut through the darkness; crimson is the color that symbolizes the revolutionary's blood; pupil is the eye that sees through this corrupt world."

This explanation makes sense.

Her gaze continued downwards, landing on the main visual image on the cover.

In the center of the picture is a boy with emerald green eyes.

He carried a sword, his smile was sunny and cheerful, he looked a bit simple and honest, but he was full of energy.

Behind him was a group of companions with different appearances.

A cold and beautiful girl with long, straight black hair, her gaze piercing, holding a long sword.

A voluptuous blonde woman with a bright, cheerful smile and a touch of wildness.

A purple-haired girl wearing glasses is holding a huge pair of scissors and looks a bit naive.

There was also a tall, handsome young man with green hair, holding a long spear, with a dashing posture.

Each character is depicted vividly, brimming with life.

The overall color scheme of the picture is bright and vibrant, with a lush forest and blue sky and white clouds in the background.

It is completely different from the oppressive post-apocalyptic wasteland style of the Three Questions of Doomsday.

"Look at the character designs, look at the art style."

Su Bai's voice rang out at the right moment, carrying a seductive gentleness.

"They shouldn't have seen this tragedy happen, right?"

Shen Qingyue's defenses crumbled.

indeed.

Every face in this group of people was filled with anticipation and hope for the future.

Their standing together is the best interpretation of the word "partner".

She reached out without thinking and opened the folder.

The first page is a synopsis of the story.

In the imperial capital, which had stood for millennia, the emperor was young and controlled by treacherous officials, plunging the entire country into an abyss of corruption and chaos, with countless people living in misery.

To save an impoverished village, the righteous young swordsman Tatsumi travels to the imperial capital with his companions, only to witness the world's deepest darkness on his very first day.

By a twist of fate, he was recruited by the legendary revolutionary army's assassination squad, Night Raid.

Upon seeing the words "assassination squad," Shen Qingyue's heart, which had just settled down, jumped again.

"Assassination?"

She looked up at Su Bai.

"A necessary means."

Su Bai remained calm.

"Faced with a vast empire that is rotten to the core, direct confrontation would be tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock. Therefore, they chose to become the sharp blade in the darkness, uprooting the sources of evil."

"They are assassins, and they are also cleaners. Every time they take action, it is to reduce the number of oppressed innocent people in this country."

"They are heroes who walk in the darkness, stealing the spark of dawn for the world."

Su Bai's interpretation imbued the word "assassination" with a tragic, heroic quality.

Shen Qingyue was moved by these words.

Yes, how can a revolution not involve bloodshed?

In order to overthrow tyranny, someone always has to carry out those less-than-honorable tasks.

Once she calmed down, she continued reading.

The young man will witness the cruelty of this era alongside his comrades in the night raids, and he will rapidly mature. With his sword, he and his companions will carve a path to light for this despairing world!

This is a revolutionary hymn written with blood and lives!

Shen Qingyue finished reading the entire introduction.

The anger and sadness on her face gradually faded, and her expression became complex, showing both expectation and doubt.

Overthrow tyranny and establish a new world.

At its core, this story is indeed full of hope.

It is the complete opposite of the tragedy of Ctholly, who was powerless to resist fate.

"How is it?"

Su Bai noticed the change in her expression and asked softly.

"Would you be interested in drawing the story of these heroes yourself?"