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"Whether it's you or your copy."

Under the heavy rain, An's face looked somewhat sickly pale. Her expression was calm, but there was raging anger in her eyes.

Resentment, grievance, and anger.

"You know, I don't look like a copy of her. Instead, I look more like the resentment, pain, and hatred for you that were stripped from her body."

Hearing this, I was stunned. Due to the serious injury, my consciousness became a little dull, and I just thought about it stupidly.

As expected, Tongtong also hates me?

An walked very slowly. It was obvious that being thrown out of the truck had already pushed her body to the limit, but she still gritted her teeth and walked forward step by step, her voice hoarse.

"She is a tool created by God, and everything is arranged for her."

"No matter how cruel you treat her, I will never hate you or blame you."

"This is a set thing, there is no logic at all."

"And I am like the anger that she should have, the hatred that she should have."

An's body swayed, his face became even paler, and after staggering forward a few steps, he stood there, gasping for breath.

Under the heavy rain, I couldn't tell whether she was crying or not. The rain that fell heavily eventually concealed her joy, anger, sorrow and happiness.

She looked at him with a sharp gaze, gritted her teeth, and spoke word by word.

"Su Li! I want to tell you, I hate you!"

"I don't want to hear any great truths, I don't want to hear your explanation of the meaning, and I don't owe you anything."

"You want everyone to live like human beings."

"But...but...why am I not included in this?"

"I want to live, too. I want to... live, too."

"I am not a stone! I am not a weed by the roadside!"

An's eyes had already turned red, and with the blood on his cheeks, it seemed as if his eyes were bleeding too.

At this time, An was less than ten steps away from me, but she seemed to be unable to walk anymore. She was shaking and spoke weakly.

"I don't hate Qiqi, he is just a copy of you, he has never been you."

"He's just a fake shell filled with your memories."

"It's not worth... hating."

"In my memory, the person who made me unwilling and miserable was you."

As she spoke, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of An's mouth, her face turned a little paler, and there was fire in her eyes, but she took another step and walked towards me tremblingly.

During this period, my body had healed almost completely and my consciousness became clear. I saw the revolver dropped not far from me.

An should have seen it too, if she still had her sight at this moment.

The rain was like a bead curtain, wetting An's clothes and making her body heavier. The light in her eyes faded little by little, and it seemed that it was about to reach its limit.

But even so, An still walked towards me regardless, speaking stubbornly, but his voice became unclear and intermittent.

"I want...I want you."

"I...I want...I want you."

In the middle of the conversation, An's legs went weak and she fell forward. As the rain fell, I, naked, rushed forward, caught An and held her to my chest.

An's face was cold, like a corpse, but she still stretched out her hands, grabbed my shoulders, put her forehead against my chest, and spoke in a dry and hoarse voice.

"I...will...curse you."

"I... want you to regret it."

"I want you to apologize... to me."

Amidst the violent storm, I heard my own heartbeat. The revolver in my hand fell into the rain. I hugged the dying An tightly, lowered my head slightly, and my throat seemed to be filled with yellow sand. I made a sound with difficulty and whispered in her ear.

"sorry."

"It's Su Li... I'm sorry."

“It always has been like this.”

In the heavy rain, an extremely strange scene appeared. A naked man was holding a girl who was so weak that she seemed to be dying at any time. The girl closed her eyes, as if she had no strength to open them, and whispered.

"Say it again."

Chapter 117: The Worst Me

The heavy rain lasted for a long time. When the rain stopped and the dark clouds dispersed, I did not see the rainbow after the rain, but only saw the waning moon hanging down from the clouds.

Without the heavy rain, the zombies in the city began to become active again, and their frantic roars echoed throughout the empty city.

In the ruins, An and I sat on the broken floor, looking at the few stars peeking out from the clouds. An's expression was gentle, and he looked at the dark night and gently leaned his little head on my shoulder.

If the white silk thread were pulled out, taking off my eyes, with the bright moon above, would there be a ray of light that could really fall into my empty eye sockets?

Fight, look back, regret, and then repeat the same mistakes.

Perhaps I should accept that my fate may no longer be changed. Looking back on the past, if anyone were to judge me, it would be that I was nothing but stubborn.

Ann's breathing was weak, and she looked at the moonlight in the sky and spoke softly.

"Do you know what I have been thinking about since the first day I was born?"

I can clearly feel her temperature and her breath. She is similar to Tongtong, but not exactly the same.

Ann...maybe more like a human.

I lowered my head slightly, raised my palm, looked at the lines in my palm, and spoke softly.

"You must be thinking that your original self is such a pitiful fellow."

“I was even deprived of the right to hate someone.”

"I can only follow the script and fall in love with the hero in the story without regrets."

An rubbed her forehead against my shoulder gently. Her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow in the moonlight, and she squinted her eyes and spoke.

"I... didn't think that much."

"I just remembered that you promised to take us to the lake that day."

"He even said he would take us to see the sea."

"You said this every time, in every reincarnation, but you never kept your word once."

My eyes moved, and I seemed to hear the sound of waves in my ears, and the salty and humid sea breeze blew on my face.

An raised his head slightly, his eyes as clear as water, and spoke softly.

"This is the last time. Don't break your promise again."

After saying that, An gently stood up, dragging his wounded body, and wanted to leave.

I subconsciously stretched out my hand, wanting to grab An's hand, but stopped in mid-air with a guilty conscience, as if I wanted to make up for something. In order to delay time, I stopped An and asked.

"You look so weak... weird."

Hearing this, An paused for a moment, turned around, and her eyes and eyebrows were picturesque under the silvery moonlight.

"In the center of the city, my body has begun to form a cocoon. When Epiphyllum gathers enough energy, she will break out of the cocoon."

“But it will take seven years.”

"So, I gave most of the energy I collected to my original body."

"She should break out of her cocoon ahead of time."

I just asked casually, but I heard such shocking news. I don’t know if this is good news.

Tongtong will wake up early, which will undoubtedly make the Epiphyllum expand faster. Although I want to see Tongtong, if this really happens, I will become unable to sleep or eat.

As if she had noticed my complicated mood, An gently lifted her long hair, lowered her eyebrows, and said softly.

"I am a part of Tongtong, her repressed nature."

"So, I'm not opposed to returning to her."

"We are not copies, but the products of you and Tongtong that we dare not admit and suppress."

At this point, An revealed a strange smile and spoke to me with a hint of mockery.

"The Mo Li separated from you is really disgusting."

"What on earth are you suppressing?"

I was speechless and confused for a moment. I didn't dare to admit it. Is this the product of self-suppression?

What should it be then?

I am arrogant, rude, paranoid and crazy, and this is something I have always admitted. If there is anything I have but am unwilling to admit it or despise, it is something I have.

That may be my hypocrisy, my cowardice, and my anger.

In this end times, before I knew the truth of everything, when I was peeled off my flesh and blood, nailed to a high platform, or fighting for my life, I would naturally be angry.

I would want to kill everyone, good or evil, and live like everyone else, obsessed with the charm of violence.

I don't expect others' understanding, and I won't forgive anyone.

So, what exactly was it that was stripped away from me?

In Cangwu's words, I am becoming more and more like him. Is it related to the things that have been stripped away?

There are many such questions, but I don’t want to think about them at the moment. I just look at An in front of me and keep telling myself in my heart.

An, that is Tongtong.

It's the part of herself she never wants to show in front of me.

I don’t know if it was because my gaze was gradually becoming hot, An suddenly turned around in panic, with his back to me, unwilling to meet my gaze.

An's shoulders trembled slightly, and his voice became a little unnatural, and he took the initiative to talk about my clone.

"That guy calls himself Mo Li, and he hates you."

"So, at the beginning, I...I used the roots to make a fake body, stayed by his side, and started to act on my own."

Fake body? Can Epiphyllum be able to do such a thing? What an incredible race.

But I'm not interested in these things now.

I took a step forward, looked at An who was gradually becoming uneasy, frowned slightly, and asked softly.

"Why are you telling me this?"

When An heard my footsteps, he quickly raised his foot and stepped forward to distance himself from me before answering.

"I...I just wanted to say it."

I had no intention of retreating, and continued to step forward and asked.

"You are very weak, why don't you stay and recover."

When An heard this, he finally turned around. His delicate little face was full of panic, and he spoke in a panic.

"Because... because I hate you."

"Yes, because I hate you, so I don't want to stay."

Hearing this, I didn't feel any frustration. Instead, I shrugged my shoulders indifferently and spoke softly.

"That's great. I hate myself too. We should have a lot of common topics."

Watching me approaching step by step, An finally couldn't hide her panic, but her weak body couldn't escape, so she could only lower her head, stretch out her hands, weakly press them against my chest, and whispered softly.

"Don't... don't come here."

I narrowed my eyes, but grabbed An's hands, looked at her panicked look, and spoke softly.

"I don't know what that guy took out of me, but I don't think he took out the worst qualities in me."

An was like a frightened little rabbit, panicking and weak, trying to break free from my hands, but he still couldn't resist his curiosity, and asked while struggling.

"what you mean?"