Why it never ends

Chapter 872 Snowstorm

Late at night, snow began to fall from the sky. Hesta, wearing a coat, walked quickly along the main road in the direction of the University of Technology.

Few pedestrians on the road held umbrellas, and everyone was in a hurry. Everyone raised their collars in unison to cover the lower half of their faces.

Hesta's eyes flickered back and forth between her eyes and across the street until she caught sight of Ksenia.

As she quickened her pace and ran towards Kseniya, Kseniya also spotted her.

"Good evening!" Hesta said loudly when he was seven or eight steps away, "Why are you——"

Ksenia was already hugging her tightly.

This sudden embrace dazzled Hesta for a moment. She staggered back two steps, and then caught Ksenia firmly.

Sand-like snow fell on their hair and quickly melted into tiny water droplets.

"Don't apologize," Ksenia whispered, "let's not waste our time on such things."

"……it is good."

"How far is your apartment from here?"

"A quarter of an hour on foot."

"Then let's run!" Ksenia grabbed Hesta's hand, "I have many questions to ask you."

With an urgent and solemn mood, Ksenia pulled Hesta and ran all the way. On this night where the wind and snow were getting thicker, she suddenly felt that the rain was coming behind her. She knew that countless people in the digital world were launching a despicable campaign at this moment, and she knew that some people might be on the verge of collapse tonight. Such things have happened frequently in the past, and will never be banned in the future. However, the strange thing is, All of this seemed to suddenly give her endless courage, making her suddenly determined to break through all visible or invisible shackles and trust her own intuition.

As Hesta was running, her head was empty. She had no time to think of anything, and was dizzy with the joy she had never expected before.

After entering the apartment, before turning on the lights, Hesta was once again pushed into the narrow entrance by Ksenia.

In the darkness, the two said nothing, just hugged quietly.

"Tell me about that girl." Ksenia suddenly said.

"Which one?"

"Just tell me whichever one comes to mind now," Ksenia said, "starting from the one who came to climb with you last time."

"Well, what are you talking about?"

"Tell me how you met, what you did for them, and why you did it." Ksenia whispered, "Tell me everything you have said to others and what you have not said. Don't lie. I."

Many people flashed through Hesta's mind, "...that may take a long time to talk about."

"Just tell me," Ksenia said softly, "I'm listening."

She heard Hesta make a low groan, and seemed to be thinking about where to start. After a while, Hesta began to tell the story from the beginning - how she met Yugali and Eleven in Mei County, how she participated in Ding Yuqing's daily life after coming to Orange Town, and how she interacted with Lin Jiao and Cheng Xiao Shu, Xiang Hanshan and other members of the poetry club participated in the activities together. After a moment of recollection, she added the conversation she had not long ago with the girl who gave her a non-woven sticker downstairs in Wenhui.

Ksenia was frightened by this kind of encounter.

Ksenia didn't speak for a long time. She closed her eyes and didn't know what she was thinking.

Hesta lowered her head, "I know these things may sound a bit abrupt, but sometimes-"

"I understand." Kseniya suddenly laughed, "Teacher Chen told me a similar story before."

"...A similar story?" Hesta asked curiously, "What is it."

“There once was an eagle on the grassland, and whoever bathed in her shadow would be happy,” Ksenia said softly. “However, as time went by, the eagle in the sky gradually became smaller, older, and then became a Human babies.”

In the darkness, Hesta held his breath and frowned.

"You are also a Hesta Eagle, aren't you." Ksenia said softly.

In an instant, this distant story seemed like a metaphor, a curse that suddenly awakened, igniting fireworks in Hesta's heart. "...I don't know." Hesta replied.

"Jane, look at me."

Hesta lowered her head and met Ksenia's bright eyes.

……

The night is passing, time is passing, and they have spent half of the night in this slowly lighting up living room.

With this faint morning light, Ksenia suddenly noticed some bottles and cans on the table in the living room. She finally let go of Hesta and walked slowly to the table - they were some cotton swabs, Gauze and lotion.

"What are you planning to do?" Ksenia turned around and asked.

"Some daily care," Herstad said, waving her empty sleeve, "this can reduce the risk of infection."

Kseniya's eyes fell, "Can I take a look?"

"What are you looking at?"

She held out her left hand, "Your right arm."

Hesta pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Ksenia. She unbuttoned her shirt and took off half of her sleeve.

Ksenia tentatively stretched out her hand and hovered over the bionic arm interface.

"Does it hurt?"

“There’s the occasional throbbing pain.”

The cold fingers came down and slowly touched the edge of the severed limb. In this dark blue dawn, Hesta looked at Ksenia's fingertips and became lost in thought again.

"The battlefield is a very cruel place," Ksenia said softly, "If you retreat, you probably won't have to go back."

"...I still want to go back."

Ksenia raised her head, "Why?"

"There are some things that you have to go back to have a chance to do." Hesta replied, "And speaking of cruelty, life in a livable land may not be much easier. This is almost another battlefield, but few people think about it. "Few people realize that every moment of life here requires a struggle for every little thing."

"Fighting," Ksenia whispered, "yes, that's right."

Hesta frowned slightly, "Did something happen to you?"

Ksenia shook her head firmly.

“Where will you go back,” Ksenia asked, “District 3?”

"Not necessarily, there may be several large districts running across each other." Hesta replied, "It depends on the situation."

Ksenia smiled slightly, "That sounds a bit like me."

……

Until she parted ways with Hesta, Ksenia did not mention what happened last night.

The lucky escapes of others frightened her because she didn't believe in luck; but when she saw the price and the blood, the stubbornness to resist surged into her heart uncontrollably.

If anyone were to look down at this small town from God's perspective at this moment, that person would see that one person was being torn to pieces here last night, while another person rushed into the wind and snow. The destinies of people reflect each other, but the joys and sorrows are not connected.

Kseniya walked in the rising winter sun and suddenly felt a trembling joy.

Things become fascinating because of danger... She understood this from a very early age.