Midwinter, the twenty-sixth day, heavy snow.
The lonely lamp illuminates the night, sleeping in the evening and rising at night. Suddenly four years have passed, but the Time Instrument has made little progress.
Reversing time? I also find it absurd. The way of heaven has its limits, and sometimes it cannot be exhausted by human intelligence.
A Dayfly shaking a tree is nothing but a foolish obsession.
For four years, although I have been avoiding recalling the explosion, I still can't help but pursue the truth. Ah-Hui, now I know that everything is man-made.
The amazing work at the Master Artisan's Exhibition that year was the Puppet Armor named "Wu Huang," led by Senior Gongshu Xian, the "Machinist Extraordinaire". But his apprentice, Gongshu Huang, had ambitions beyond his master's for "Wu Huang".
Although we are from the same sect, I have only met Gongshu Huang a few times. That boy was silent and withdrawn. I know very little about him, only that he locked himself in the Eternal Glacier all day long, concentrating on research, day and night, just to create a world-shaking creation.
Ah-Hui was curious at that time and secretly went to see it once. When he came back, he held my hand and excitedly said that Ah Huang would definitely be an outstanding genius of Mystech in the future.
Ah-Hui, it was this boy you admired who caused the tragedy. He was too eager for success. When making "Wu Huang," he used extremely unstable materials. Unexpectedly, a malfunction was triggered, which caused the explosion.
How can I not hate? But Gongshu Huang himself also died in that disaster. "Wu Huang" was sunk into the Eternal Glacier, and this place has now become a forbidden area.
As a member of Mystech, how can I not know his obsession with pursuing the ultimate... just like me at this moment...
I can't hate anyone. I can only bury myself deeply in mathematical theory, regardless of day and night, regardless of human affairs, to escape the nightmares that attack every night.
I have deduced the calculation of the Time Instrument for four years. Ancient algorithms and new programs have been tried one by one. But Qingshang still shook her head after seeing it. She advised me not to do useless work.
But I can't stop, because only by continuing can I have the possibility of seeing Ah-Hui again... even if it's just the last time.
Ah-Hui once said that time is like water. Then why can the snow in Baidi City be eternally unfrozen, but our time keeps flowing forward?
When I sit still and can't think, I dip my fingers in water and write Ah-Hui's name on the table over and over again. The strokes linger, just like I always hope he can come back to me.
But every time before I finish writing, the water stain dries up. Ah-Hui, does it indicate that everything is futile?
Like water, it will eventually evaporate and dissipate.
Wait... Water vapor...?