Meanwhile, the library seemed to have fallen into eternal silence.
The sun and darkness had vanished, leaving nothing on the other side of the crack—only a void.
Ethan gazed at the void drawing ever closer.
"Is this part of the plan?"
A question came from behind, posed by a green-haired girl whose cheeks were flushed, seemingly still immersed in the lingering thrill.
Ethan shook his head; from the moment the error code appeared, the trajectory of events had spiraled out of his control.
He felt this represented a breakdown in negotiation, with things developing in the worst possible direction as anticipated.
Sincaro’s obsession had surpassed his imagination, presenting demands he couldn’t accept.
Thus, he had no choice but to resort to this last-ditch effort.
The green-haired girl said, "This is the edge of the world, and I don’t know where it might lead."
Before the words faded, Ethan felt someone gripping his wrist.
The green-haired girl looked up at him, eyes shining with undiminished brightness, "I’ll go with you."
The void swallowed everything.
To Ethan, it was like falling asleep.
From deep within the void came a distant yet familiar conversation, still between a young man and woman.
This was the second time he heard their conversation.
This meant they were not strangers randomly encountered, but people he met frequently in life.
Company colleagues, or perhaps neighbors in his community?
Where was this conversation occurring?
The company break room or the apartment elevator?
Ethan felt he had been in this world for so long that his memories were becoming blurred, and the sudden recall of this conversation might still have something to do with those "white hair and red eyes" features.
"Are you sure this will look good? Don’t you think it’s strange? Those features totally don’t belong to someone from real life!"
The woman’s voice sounded full of hesitation and doubt.
"Trust me, it’s not just good looking, ’perfect’ is the word to describe it!"
The man’s eager tone sounded like an overly enthusiastic salesperson, just short of smearing a product on himself.
But Ethan agreed with the man’s viewpoint.
Of course, it was a mental agreement, not one that would manifest in actual actions.
He had always been a reserved and understated person, burying many real thoughts within his heart.
Now, he had transformed from theoretical to practical, sincerely hoping the unknown man’s wish could be fulfilled.
"...Alright, if you insist."
The woman’s voice still carried a hint of doubt, but at least things were moving in a positive direction.
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Branded bags, high-end cosmetics, or jewelry?
These conversations successfully evoked familiar memories in Ethan; he knew the fellow with whom he shared common interests would find their wallet in trouble.
"Whatever request you have, I’ll meet it!"
Though unseen, Ethan could easily visualize the man’s pleading posture.
"Don’t make me wait too long."
The conversation abruptly ended.
It was quiet for quite a while before Ethan finally processed it; his heart had jumped to his throat, bracing to hear a hefty demand, ready to internally sympathize with the unknown man, but, was that it?
Don’t make her wait too long?
So they were just flaunting their love?
For the first time, Ethan empathized with Rowena, when Lindong showed off in front of her, probably feeling how Rowena felt living as a lifelong bachelor.
At this moment, Ethan felt a stronger force on his arm.
That was a genuine sensation.
The air was filled with the scent of cherries.
Lindong’s grip was firm, almost to the point of pinching.
"Ethan, may I ask you something?"
She sounded like she was smiling, with a smile that was almost angry, "What are you two sneaking around here trying to do?"