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

late at night.

The lights in the train corridor were already dimmed to their lowest setting.

Only faint starlight shone through the porthole, casting long shadows on the floor.

Danheng leaned against the wall.

He kept his head down, clutching the black strip of cloth tightly in his hand.

It fell out from under Xing's pillow.

The edges are rough and the cut is very unsightly.

But in Danheng's eyes, this was more weighty than any rare treasure.

He stared at the cloth, his eyes glazed over, like a sculpture that had lost its soul.

"Danheng..."

March 7th walked over quietly.

She was holding a blanket and wanted to drape it over Danheng.

But Danheng did not react at all.

It was as if they hadn't heard anything.

"Danheng!"

March 7th raised her voice and reached out to push his arm.

Dan Heng shuddered violently, as if he had been jolted awake from a nightmare.

He quickly tucked the piece of cloth into his palm, looked up, and his blue eyes were bloodshot.

"……March?"

His voice was as hoarse as sandpaper.

"Go and rest." Looking at him like this, March 7th felt a pang of sadness. "You've been here guarding for almost thirteen hours."

"Need not."

Dan Heng shook his head, leaned back against the wall, and turned his gaze back to the closed door.

"I'm not tired."

"I'm not hungry."

"Who are you trying to fool!"

March 7th got anxious.

"Look at your face! When have you ever looked this bad!"

"Danheng! Wake up!"

The girl bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes.

"If you ruin yourself..."

"If you fall down..."

"How can you face the stars?!"

These words struck Dan Heng like a heavy hammer blow to his heart.

His body stiffened.

March 7th took a deep breath, her voice trembling, yet every word pierced the heart:

"Our lives... are not our own."

"It was she... who risked her life to save it!"

"If you collapse, if you collapse..."

Dead silence.

a long time.

Dan Heng's Adam's apple bobbed.

He looked down at the shredded cloth in his hand.

then.

Silently, he tucked it into the inner pocket of his chest.

The area next to the heart.

"……I see."

Danheng straightened up.

He looked at March 7th intently, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"I'll go...get some water."

"I'm leaving this to you."

Done.

He turned around and walked heavily toward the dining car.

His silhouette was desolate.

So lonely it's heartbreaking.

……

Watching Dan Heng's figure disappear around the corner.

On March 7th, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"That stubborn person..."

She muttered something.

then.

She turned around and looked at the closed door.

His eyes became somewhat cunning, yet also somewhat sad.

"Knock, knock."

She stretched out her finger and gently knocked twice on the door.

The sound was extremely soft.

"Star... I'm coming in."

"Hehe, you won't disagree, right?"

Just like the countless times I've tried to wake that lazybones up before.

"Click".

The door opened.

March 7th slipped inside like a kitten and gently closed the door behind her.

The room was pitch black.

Only that pixelated trash can ornament was still emitting a faint glow.

On March 7th, he groped his way to the bedside.

She was afraid to turn on the light.

I'm afraid to see Xing's face.

In the dim light, she saw the raised figure on the bed.

He was covered tightly with the blanket and didn't move at all.

March 7th squatted down on the carpet beside the bed.

She rested her chin on the edge of the bed, looking closely at Xing's face, which was covered by gauze.

"hey-hey……"

March 7th chuckled softly to himself.

Tears streamed down her nose.

"That annoying guy Danheng... is finally gone."

"I've had you all to myself for so long..."

The girl stretched out her finger and traced the outline of a star in the air.

"I really want to spend some time with you too."

"You're so biased..."

"Just let him guard it..."

"I want to stay by your side too..."

"Let me tell you, Pam is especially sad today..."

As they talked...

The fatigue of the past few days, coupled with the intense emotional fluctuations just now.

Sleepiness washed over me like a tidal wave.

On March 7th, I lay by the bedside, half asleep...

Fell asleep.

……

……

I don't know how much time passed.

"Sizzle..."

A very faint sound, like a poor electrical connection, rang out in the darkness.

Bed.

That figure that was originally "dead still".

My finger suddenly twitched.

Star (battle-damaged version) has woken up.

She was completely relieved after Danheng brought her back to the train.

At least you don't have to worry about getting buried.

In reality, her consciousness was still very weak.

In addition, there was the familiar scent of the house.

She fell asleep shortly after returning here.

After more than ten hours, her body finally recovered to about 50-60%.

Although it still looks scary, it's not a problem after moving around a bit.

Consciousness rises from the deep sea.

My first impression was...

numb.

My whole body is numb.

It's like something that's been taken apart and put back together, but the screws aren't tightened yet.

My second impression was...

thirsty.

It felt like there was a lump of burning coal stuck in my throat, so dry it was practically smoking.

"I'm so thirsty..."

Xing opened her mouth.

Unable to make a sound.

She subconsciously licked her lips.

I really want to drink something.

Himeko's coffee is pretty good...

But what if there was a glass of chilled, viscous C5 grade industrial machine oil with a heavy metal smell...

Even better.

That longing was practically etched into my very bones.

"get up……"

Xing gave himself the order in his mind.

She tried to move her body.

Okay.

Although the joints were making "clicking" sounds, at least they could move.

She slowly and laboriously crawled out of the covers.

I can't see.

All I could see was darkness.

It seems the eyeball hasn't fully healed yet.

But it's okay.

She knew this room very well; she could find it with her eyes closed.

Xing reached out and groped in the void.

"Where can I get something to drink...?"

She stood up unsteadily, like a ghost.

In the darkness, guided by instinct, I slowly groped my way toward the table.

……

"Um……?"

March 7th, who was lying on the edge of the bed, felt the bed vibrate.

She rubbed her eyes groggily and looked up.

"Danheng...you're back?"

She thought it was Danheng who had returned.

however.

The moment her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she could see clearly what was before her.

The whole person...

It was completely frozen in place.

It's not Danheng.

In front of her.

Beside the bed where the "corpse" should have been lying.

There was one standing there...

A figure wearing thin pajamas, wrapped in bandages all over, with gauze covering his eyes.

The figure had its back to her.

In the darkness, he was groping unsteadily for something.

"..."

My brain went blank on March 7th.

star?

That's... a star?

She... stood up?

How is that possible?

Natasha clearly said...

"Oh……"

He suddenly laughed on March 7th.

His laughter was tinged with sadness.

She pinched her thigh.

It doesn't hurt.

"So... I was dreaming."

He murmured to himself on March 7th.

Yes.

Only in dreams do stars rise up.

Only in her dreams could she not lie there in such a miserable state.

"Dreaming... is fine too."

Tears welled up again.

Since it's a dream.

Then... there's no need to worry about it anymore.

Then... there's no need to pretend to be strong anymore.

March 7th suddenly jumped up from the ground.

She rushed forward without a second thought.

From behind.

A tight, firm grip...

He hugged the swaying figure.

"Waaaaaahh ...

On March 7th, he cried out.

"star!!!"

I miss you so much!!!

I miss you so much!!!

"Please don't go... don't leave me alone..."

"..."

Xing, who was fumbling for her water cup, was startled by the sudden bear hug.

"?!"

who?!

Are there other people in my house?

Xing instinctively wanted to retaliate.

but……

What I felt on my back was a warm, moist sensation.

And that familiar, tearful, always chattering voice.

"March?"

Xing was stunned for a moment.

Why is she crying?

And she was crying so sadly...

Did you have a nightmare?

Xing's heart suddenly softened.

Although she was very thirsty and wanted to drink engine oil.

but……

Since the child is crying from fright, let's try to comfort him first.

Xing sighed.

She turned around with difficulty.

He stretched out his right hand, which was still wrapped in thick bandages.

Gently.

They put their arms around March 7th's shoulders.

then.

Clumsy, bit by bit...

He patted the girl's trembling back.

good.

don't cry.

I'm here.

Although I am now blind and mute... I am still here.

I felt the warmth of that embrace.

I could feel the rhythm of that hand patting my back.

She cried even harder on March 7th.

"Waaaaah... Even if it's a dream... please don't wake up..."

"Please... don't wake up..."

……

"Bang!"

Just then.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

Dan Heng rushed in, carrying a bottle of warm water and a vial of nutrient solution.

He just heard March 7th's cries in the corridor.

I thought something had happened.

"March! What's wrong?!"

Dan Heng rushed into the room.

then.

His steps faltered as if nailed to the ground, frozen firmly at the doorway.

"Clatter".

The water bottle in my hand fell to the ground.

It rolled under the bed.

Dan Heng's eyes widened.

Those usually calm eyes were now trembling violently.

What did he see?

in the dark.

That cold girl who should have been lying in bed.

now.

He was standing right there.

Although it was wobbly.

Although his eyes were covered with gauze.

but……

She was gently holding the weeping March 7th.

The bandaged hand was gently patting March 7's back, one pat at a time.

It's like a...

The older sister comforting her younger sister.

"..."

Danheng felt his heart stop beating.

Backflow of blood.

My throat felt blocked, and I couldn't make a sound.

"star……"

"star……"

"It's... a star..."

He muttered to himself, unable to believe his eyes.

Just then.

Xing seemed to hear the noise at the door.

Or perhaps... she smelled that familiar, reassuring scent emanating from Dan Heng.

She slowly turned her head.

Although it is invisible.

But she was facing the doorway precisely...

That's where Danheng is.

then.

Under the faint starlight.

That pale, chapped mouth.

Slowly...

It rises upwards.

It revealed a...

A bit silly.

I feel a little weak.

But it felt incredibly real and incredibly heartwarming...

smile.

Throat vibration.

It emitted that signature sound that evoked both pity and amusement:

"Sizzle—"

"Sizzle—"

(Hi.)

(I'm back.)

That instant.

Danheng's tears.

The dam has burst.

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