"At that ti, you agonized for a long while, unsure what to write on the small piece of paper, unsure of what content could deceive the enemy, deceive the director, deceive the whole world, yet only you could understand."
The girl stood up, eyes resolute, and reached forward:
"Give a piece of paper and a pen... I’ll write it for you!"
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"Everyone living in Brooklyn dreams of going to Manhattan."
The poor girl sat on the crate at the pier, swinging her legs, gazing at the towering skyscrapers across the river:
"But, I can’t go."
She looked helplessly at the rushing river:
"See that Brooklyn Bridge? It looks like a bridge, but actually, it’s a wall, a towering wall standing between Brooklyn and Manhattan, insurmountable."
"At the sa ti, it’s also the wall that we... can never cross over."
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"March 28, 2024... What a distant day it is. But you’re right, one should have dreams, what if they co true?"
The girl chuckled, making a serious promise:
"If I ever have the chance to go to space, I won’t forget you."
"To thank you for today’s hot dog... I will certainly bring you a gift back from space!"
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"Lin Xian, now I believe you, you really can do magic."
The man riding the motorcycle turned back:
"Riding a motorcycle doesn’t really require any magic, the Brooklyn Bridge has been here for 100 years, not sothing I conjured."
The girl lowered herself, sitting on the backseat of the motorcycle.
She embraced Lin Xian’s waist again, pressing her tear-stained face against Lin Xian’s broad back, on his black wool coat:
"But to , this is magic, the most wonderful and incredible thing in the world."
She closed her eyes, whispering:
"eting you... is the luck of my life."
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"I want to use my once-in-a-lifeti chance to make a wish."
On top of the Empire State Building, the girl prayed like chanting a spell.
The swirling snowflakes enveloped her, like elves singing together with her, performing a once-in-a-lifeti ritual for every girl.
The girl pressed the man’s palm tighter, transferring warmth:
"Hope Lin Xian can overco everything, save everything, own everything..."
"Beco the true Savior!"
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"Zombie Dance is very simple, just follow and dance! Co on, give it a try! It’s really simple, you’re so smart, you’ll definitely learn it quickly!"
The little vampire revealed cute fangs, intoxicated by alcohol, making the girl’s face turn rosy, forcibly pulling the man’s hand into the dance floor:
"Today I teach you Zombie Dance, when there’s a chance later, you can teach other dances too!"
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"I’m not going, I didn’t sleep well last night, I’ll wait for you here to co back."
Listening to the man’s footsteps walking away, the girl leapt from the bed stealthily, sneaking out, running all the way to the watch shop on the shopping street.
"I want this, the cheapest wristwatch."
The girl tightly held her life’s only 20 US dollars, gritted her teeth, placed the crumpled paper money on the counter:
"By the way, could I borrow a pen and a piece of paper?"
She took the white paper handed by the shopkeeper, tore off half, and scribbled a reminder:
"Starting tomorrow, Daylight Saving Ti will end, rember to set your watch back an hour~"
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"Heavens... please do not tell her secretly."
In the unnoticed tunnel of the transit station, the girl’s singing beca quieter, her vision more blurred.
"On countless quiet nights..."
She lifted her head, strumming one last ti, looking at the man just inches away, her voice trembling:
"I still... think of him."
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"That’s great! We have an agreent then, you have to keep your word!"
The little girl saw the man nod in agreent, and was very happy.
She pulled up the man’s right hand:
"Pinky promise!"
One large and one small pinky finger hooked together, the little girl looked into the man’s eyes, giggling:
"We’re family now after the promise! A family that will never part!"
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The night wind from the East Sea blew across the Clock Tower rooftop, blowing CC’s flowing hair on her cheeks, blowing into her moistened eyes, blowing away her accumulated tears.
Girl, girl, girl.
So many girls, yet they are all her, the sa girl.
So many n, yet all the sa person.
In 1952, Lin Xian was her [Brooke Lin];
In 2024, Lin Xian was her [Senior];
In 2504, Lin Xian was her [Audience];
In 2616, Lin Xian was her [VV];
In 2624, Lin Xian was her [Comrade]...
The girl’s breathing was rapid, her whole body trembling.
Especially her right hand stretched inside the rice cooker, trembling uncontrollably, as she nervously picked up that folded little note, holding it before her eyes.
At this mont, not only could she hear her own heartbeat, but also the heartbeat of every girl across 600 years!
Her right index finger and thumb rubbed to spread open the little note sealed for 600 years...
At the mont she saw the content on the note.
The girl could no longer hold back.
Her tear glands collapsed, large teardrops dripped down:
"Lin Xian..."
She threw away everything in her arms, turned and ran madly to the elevator shaft on the rooftop—
"Senior Lin Xian!!"
Clang.
The rice cooker constrained by Space-Ti Particles fell to the ground, rolling to the wall.
The discarded little note fluttered slowly in the breeze, finally, landing face-down on the floor.
The footsteps in the elevator shaft gradually faded.
Everything returned to silence.
Everything returned to brightness.
The moonlight was beautiful, stars twinkled, the Clock Tower’s hands ticked, distant cicadas chirped in harmony.
Sigh...
Another night breeze blew past.
It lifted the little note on the ground, spun it twice in the air, and turned it over.
The bright moonlight shone upon it.
Graceful writing from 600 years, enduring ti:
[We have never been apart
——Since 1952. Brooklyn]
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Volu Eight "Fireworks", to be continued.
(Many might not read the author’s note, thinking today is the end.
[Finale] is not today, today is only the end of Volu Eight, the real finale has four Chapters left.
The following four epilogues will provide remaining resolutions and a complete conclusion.
Regarding why the epilogues serve as the [Finale], a single Chapter in half an hour will explain.
The single Chapter will discuss the Galaxy Award, concluding activities, and matters related to the epilogues.)
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