Midsummer, the eleventh day, light rain.
Separated by life and death, it has been almost two decades.
The principle of water vapor evaporation researched for the Time Instrument back then promoted the development of the Justice Armor. Now, the Justice Armor has taken its initial shape. And my path has come to an end here.
More than ten years of painstaking efforts, and I have devoted all my long nights to the vast world of books. Even if I am at the end of my rope, trapped in hopelessness, even in the coldest and loneliest snowy nights, I still light the green lamp, brush away the snow on the desk, and write line after line on the worn-out paper.
The star tracks revolve, and the seconds drip. My life is consumed in the clicks of the gears turning.
At such an age, my temples have already turned white. My eyes, which have stared at the dim lamp for a long time, are also gradually blurring.
Lying in the silent snowy night of Baidi City, my heart sinks. In the quietest moment, I hear the sound of the tide again.
The temperature of Ah-Hui's fingertips, the waves in her eyes, the look of youthful recklessness. All the vivid details, along with the dream, swept through my night like flowing water.
We are still standing in the rainy season many years ago, with young faces, bright eyes, and fearless courage, holding hands tightly, standing in front of the towering giant waves.
The heart is as high as the sky and as wide as the sea, reaching everywhere.
With the birth of the Justice Armor, my heart began to calm down. I am no longer afraid of the scorching flames, no longer dream of endless explosions, and no longer fear the long night.
I decided to leave Baidi City. On that day, Yaoxing saw me off in person.
Probably all these years, she has seen my pain and understands why I want to leave.
If she were still the little girl back then, she would definitely tug at my clothes and say something about not wanting me to leave.
Now she just silently accompanied me to stand on the edge of the cliff. No retention. The strong wind blew, and the wild grass on the snowfield fluttered. I saw her somewhat tired eyes and felt a trance.
Years are like a mere moment.
The last time I looked back at this city that carried countless loves and hates of mine. The snow-capped mountains stretch for thousands of miles, the cloud ladder goes straight up, the mechanisms are heavy, and the gears reach the sky. Everything here becomes eternal.
I decided to go to the rainy Jiangnan that Ah-Hui spoke of, which is his hometown. Go to the frontier he yearned for and bring his inventions to the soldiers on the front line. Go to the capital he read about in his books. He said that the red leaves of Jinming are falling, which must be a beautiful scenery in the world. For this, he brewed a jar of maple wine, and now it is a good year to open it.
Ah-Hui, I think, I finally found the answer:
Memory is the most powerful force to change time. As long as I remember you, you will never be far away.
One day, we shall meet somewhere.