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Volume 1: Chapter 460 (Chapter 459) It's all Fang Qiu's fault

The noise outside the window was incessant.

Inside the tavern.

Beside the window.

A summer night breeze, carrying the scent of smoke and fire, blew into the tavern.

The lights flickered.

"Nine……"

Looking at Master Chang, who was sitting across from him, drunk, slumped over the table, tears streaming down his face, and babbling incoherently, Zhong Li remained silent for a moment, then sighed.

For Master Chang Jiu

The fact that he could never see his deceased childhood sweetheart again was an unforgettable regret in his life.

When I was a child, I forgot about my childhood sweetheart, and then she accidentally drowned.

It is a knot in his heart that he will probably never be able to untie throughout his life.

Perhaps after Master Chang passes away, he too will, like those on the post-mortem front, head towards the boundary between life and death.

I heard from Hu Tao that the traveler once saw a girl named Xiao Jiu Jiu on Wuwang Slope.

They even helped find the girl's water-soaked pages from her book.

It has been confirmed that it was indeed written by Master Chang Jiu to her deceased childhood sweetheart when she was young.

In other words, the Xiao Jiu Jiu that the travelers met at Wuwang Slope was none other than Chang Jiu Ye's deceased childhood sweetheart.

She could never forget Master Chang.

If, a hundred years after Master Chang's death, he could meet his childhood sweetheart at the edge of life and death.

Would Master Chang want to live on the edge of life and death with his childhood sweetheart, just like Otonashi Yuzuru?

Or perhaps...

Speechless.

The wind in the alley was still blowing gently, turning the pages of the book "The Heartbeat of an Angel" on the table.

"Splash."

One by one, the people on the front lines disappeared, until only Yuzuru Otonashi remained alone. The leaves in that picture were being turned by the wind.

Zhongli looked out the window, where prosperity was in full bloom.

Year after year.

Three thousand seven hundred years have passed since that turn.

Three thousand seven hundred years is long enough for even the gods to find it long.

The land beneath my feet has long since changed, and the people who once accompanied me are no longer here.

Even the long-lived Yakshas, ​​immortals, and demons have all perished one by one, or lost themselves due to wear and tear...

How much regret and resentment will their departure leave behind...

In that instant, he thought of many people...

The words and appearances of those people on their deathbeds, etched in my memory, blended into a silent sigh.

Looking at the painting of Yuzuru Otonashi, who was all alone, Zhongli silently closed the book and picked up the osmanthus wine beside him.

The wind outside the window remains the same.

The wind, carrying the aroma of wine from the tavern, gently caressed the Heyu Teahouse, causing Yun Jin, who was already crying her eyes out, to instinctively cover them with her hands.

Yun Jin wiped away her tears and sadly began to tidy up the script that had been blown about by the wind.

The manuscript that was blown into disarray was "The Goddess Splits the Temple".

Yun Jin was taken aback.

Shen He's parents have passed away...

Maybe.

If the place described in Fang Qiu's book really exists, Shen He's father would probably go there...

After all, he didn't know that Shen He was still alive.

It's an obsession.

As Yun Jin thought this, another tear slid down her cheek.

At that moment, a gentle breeze caressed Shen He, who was walking alone on the bustling street.

Shen He, imitating Fang Qiu, tucked the wind-blown strands of hair behind his ears.

After making this gesture, she couldn't help but smile slightly.

Overtime is over.

She was on her way home.

She was already quite eager to see Fang Qiu.

However, she stopped as she walked past the pastry shop.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally went into the pastry shop and bought Fang Qiu's favorite pastries.

"Fang Qiu should like it, right?"

Shen He smiled, picked up the bag of snacks, and walked towards home.

The wind continued its northward march, crossing mountains and rivers, and finally surged across the vast plains of Dihua Island.

Reeds are fluttering in the air.

A wisp of reed drifted in the wind and landed on the page of "Angel's Heartbeat," which Xiao was reading on the roof of the Wangshu Inn.

The contents of the book are a drawing of Yuzuru Otonashi, depicting him all alone.

Xiao remained silent.

The wind ruffled his sleeves and hair.

Although the moon was very bright tonight, Xiao's face was hidden by the shade of the trees, so his expression was not visible.

silence.

Speechless.

Finally, all the jumbled thoughts turned into an indescribable sigh.

Xiao let out a long sigh, closed the book, and looked down at the bustling scene downstairs.

downstairs.

The inn's inhabitants were gathered around the dining table.

After tasting a bite of the dish Yan Xiao made, the shopkeeper Huai'an accused Yan Xiao of secretly reading Fang Qiu's "Angel's Heartbeat," which caused the food she made tonight to be slightly bitter again.

Yan Xiao accepted the accusations with a helpless smile.

After all, he did see it.

After a few words, the female boss, Phil Gaudette, stepped in to smooth things over.

Huai'an then apologized, admitting that his words had been too harsh.

Yan Xiao apologized, saying that he shouldn't have been able to resist peeking. He had originally thought that Fang Qiu's book, like the previous one, "The Moon Is Beautiful," would have a sweet, happy ending.

After watching "Tsuki ga Kirei," he cooked the best meal he's made so far this year.

So he wanted to watch "Angel Beats!" and then cook, hoping to find the same feeling he had when cooking after watching "Tsuki ga Kirei".

I'll try to make dishes that are cooked in that state without ever having to read Fang Qiu's books again.

Who would have thought...

After hearing Yan Xiao's reason, the group from Huai'an couldn't help but cover their foreheads, both amused and exasperated.

I never expected it would be because of this...

Fang Qiu's title, "Angel's Heartbeat," does indeed sound like the type of novel, "The Moon Is Beautiful."

Many people have been misled by clickbait headlines.

That includes them too.

For the next few days, the food will probably have a slightly bitter taste.

What should we do then?

There's nothing I can do.

It's all Fang Qiu's fault...

Yanxiao has already seen it, and there's no way to erase her memory.

Looking at the group arguing downstairs, Xiao looked up at the night sky.

once Upon a time.

He once had a life like Yan Xiao and the others, a life like the post-mortem battle described earlier in the book...

“Floating She, Mi Nu, Ying Da, Fa Nan…”

Xiao muttered to himself.

Back then, he didn't take his afternoon naps like he does now; he would wake up at the slightest sound.

Back then, he slept very soundly during his afternoon naps, and Fushe would often take a calligraphy brush and scribble on his face while he was napping.

But now, he's all alone...

He closed his eyes.

Memories of floating in the deep abyss beneath the layered rocks flooded back to him.

“My name is Fushe, which means that life is but a fleeting moment, and I relinquish all worldly possessions.”