She doesn’t want to see you now. If you know what’s good for you, leave immediately!”
Ethan, who had lived for nearly thirty years, had never had his dignity so severely trampled.
I continued drawing, Nathan continued cooking, only Ethan stood there at a loss.
After he left, the doorbell rang again.
But the person who came was Luna.
She wore a pristine white dress, her long hair dancing in the wind, looking gentle and beautiful in the moonlight.
Unlike the sickly beauty in the comic world, Luna’s complexion was rosy, looking very healthy.
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“I’m sorry for the sudden visit, but I still wanted to see you before boarding the plane.”
“I wanted to thank you in person.”
“Thank you for not resenting me, and thank you for saving me, for encouraging me to live on in my dreams. No matter which world, you really are a very good and kind girl.”
Luna smiled gently, bowed to me, then waved goodbye as she left.
I couldn’t sleep that night.
Ethan knew about the comic world, Luna knew too, so… did Nathan know?
In Ethan’s mind, the comic world was all fake, I wouldn’t really die, he wanted to make up for his debt and regrets to Luna in the comic world.
What about me?
As the night deepened, the stars outside the window became brighter.
I had a dream.
In the dream, it was me ten years later, struggling on my deathbed in prison. I wasn’t willing to die like this.
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So I found Ethan one last time, tearing up the sketchbook that carried my love for him right in front of him.
I prayed to heaven, if I could start over, I would definitely destroy this sugar–coated nightmare with my own hands.
The me from ten years later transformed into a mysterious person, telling Ethan that he was the master of the comic world.
Whoever he wanted dead would die, whoever he wanted to live could live.
Ethan didn’t disappoint me. No matter which world, the person he favored was never me.
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I had seen Luna getting along well with the children in the orphanage. She was a good girl.
So I had my own selfish reasons. Even if it was a false comic world, I hoped she could live on strongly.
Only oneself can redeem oneself.
My soul from ten years later stood beside the sleeping me who was drawing, feeling both heartache and reluctance.
“Ava, the road ahead depends on you now.“”
The breeze blew open the thin white paper on the sketchbook, also blowing away the last
bit of resentment.
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