Collapse Iron Cosplay Battle Damaged Star Spinal Cut - Everyone Cries to Death

March 7th opened its mouth wide, but didn't make a sound.

She slowly, very slowly, squatted down.

Reach out.

Handle it with utmost care, as if it were the most precious and fragile piece of porcelain in the world.

That arm stained with dark gold blood...

He picked her up.

He held it in his arms.

It's so cool.

It's so cold.

There was no warmth at all.

"You bastard..."

On March 7th, looking at the severed arm in his arms, a smile appeared on his face that was a thousand times uglier than crying.

Tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped onto the cold iron glove.

She reached out and gently wiped the snowflakes off her gloves.

"So forgetful..."

"How... can you even lose your hand...?"

"These gloves...Danheng went through a lot of trouble to make them for you..."

"If I lose it... he'll be angry..."

"That guy Danheng... he'll definitely have a sour face and accuse you of disobeying him."

The girl pressed her face against the cold glove, her voice as soft as if she were coaxing a child who didn't understand.

"But don't be afraid..."

"Don't be afraid...don't be afraid..."

"I'll hold it for you..."

"I'll hold it for you..."

"Once we get back on the train... Uncle Yang will pick you up..."

"Uncle Yang can do everything... he'll be alright..."

"It will definitely... connect..."

She was holding the severed arm.

Stand up.

They walked toward the white mound.

Only a few steps remain.

"star……"

On March 7th, she softly called that name.

"Time to get up..."

"Wake up..."

"It's cold on the ground..."

"How about I cook you something delicious?"

She walked up to the white cloth.

A trembling hand reached out.

Grab a corner of the cloth.

It shrank back again.

It stretched out again.

Repeatedly several times.

at last.

She closed her eyes and steeled her resolve.

"Whoosh—"

The white cloth was lifted.

……

……

That is……

What a face!

pale.

There wasn't a trace of blood in it.

The area around his eyes was wrapped in thick gauze, through which dried golden blood could be faintly seen.

but.

The corners of her mouth...

However, it is slightly upturned.

It felt like... like having just woken from a beautiful dream...

A satisfied smile.

So peaceful.

That's... blinding.

"..."

On March 7th, I looked at that face.

Look at that smile.

The severed arm she was clutching tightly in her arms slid down onto the snow with a thud.

"Haa...haa..."

Very strange.

March 7th did not cry.

She didn't know why.

Seeing my best friend lying here, I didn't even cry?

Could it be that I'm not sad at all?

Do not!

no!

That's because my heart is aching too much.

It really hurts!

March 7th at this moment resembled a stranded fish, gulping down oxygen.

But that immense grief still gripped her tightly, making it impossible for her to breathe.

a long time……

"Wa ...

A heart-wrenching cry.

It exploded on the vast, empty snowfield.

On March 7th, his knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily to his knees beside the "corpse."

She rushed over and cupped Xing's cold face in her hands.

My fingers trembled as I stroked the upturned corner of his mouth.

"fool……"

"You big idiot..."

"How could you... be so silly?!"

On March 7th, she cried so hard that her whole body convulsed and her voice became hoarse.

"Why did you save us?!"

Why?!

"You could have survived..."

"You're so good...you can run away!!"

"Didn't Danheng say... if there's a fight, you run, you just run!!"

"For us...to protect us..."

"You...you've gotten yourself into this state?!"

"Didn't you say...it didn't hurt?!"

"Didn't you say you would never hurt yourself again?!"

"fraud!!"

"You big liar!!"

"Wake up! You're lying to me!!"

……

"sorry……"

"I'm sorry... Hoshi... I'm so sorry..."

"I...I lied to you!"

"I know engine oil tastes bad... I know earth marrow tastes bad... I know all of that!"

"How could that kind of thing possibly taste good?!"

"I...I promised you I'd find you something delicious to eat when we get back..."

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!!!!"

The girl's cries echoed in the wind and snow.

Desolate and fierce.

despair.

It was filled with endless regret and self-blame.

It would have been better if I hadn't brought her.

It would be better if she didn't have to fight.

in case……

If only I could lie here in her place...

Just then.

A strong, warm hand.

Gently, he pressed his hand on March 7's violently trembling shoulder.

Walter Young.

This is the former leader of the Anti-Entropy Alliance who has experienced countless life-and-death separations.

now.

His face was also filled with grief.

His eyes, behind the glasses, were already bloodshot.

Behind him, Himeko also came out of the tent.

She stood alone in the wind and snow, holding onto the edge of the tent.

He appeared so lonely, so tragic.

"March……"

Walter's voice was hoarse, carrying a heavy sigh.

"Don't cry."

"Don't overthink it..."

"It's all over now, it wasn't your fault..."

"Don't take the blame on yourselves."

"On the contrary, the responsibility lies entirely with us!"

"If Himeko and I had discovered it sooner, if we had been able to launch the railgun sooner, if we had been able to... never mind."

He bent down.

He pulled the little girl, who was crying so hard she was about to faint, into his arms.

"Take good care of your injury."

"Don't let Xing down."

March 7th clutched Walter's clothes and wept like a baby.

"But she's dead!!!!"

"Uncle Yang...but she's dead...she's dead..."

"She did it to save us..."

"I know."

Walter closed his eyes, and two lines of clear tears slid down his cheeks.

He patted March 7th on the back.

He whispered a lie—a lie that was both incredibly gentle and incredibly cruel:

"If she were still here..."

"Seeing that you all survived..."

"You must be... very happy."

"Right... Star!"

Walter looked at Star, who was lying on the ground with a smile on her lips.

That was a...

The poor child's release.

"With that body..."

"Those bones...those wounds..."

"She's in so much pain."

"It's too bitter."

"She always acted so indifferent, so matter-of-fact, as if she couldn't feel any pain."

"But... how could that be?"

"How can it not hurt?"

"This silly child... why is he so sensible?"

"No...she's not a stupid child...we're the stupidest ones!!!!"

Walter's voice choked with emotion.

He reached out and gently covered Xing's face with the white cloth again.

That smile was hidden.

It also covered up the scars all over his body.

"Let her..."

Walter looked up at the gray sky.

It was as if they were saying a final goodbye to the departing soul.

"...Take a good rest."

The wind is still blowing.

The snow is still falling.

On this cold land.

On March 7th, he knelt in the snow, clutching the severed arm, now clad in an iron glove, tightly in his arms once more.

The crying gradually subsided.

All that remains is endless sorrow.

And that girl who tore herself apart to protect them.

at last.

On this cold winter day.

I made one...

A beautiful dream from which I will never wake up again...

Junhao: Yao Lingqi Jiu Si Qi Yao Ba Ling Er

P.S.: Hey, Xing didn't die, and no one was hurt.

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