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Ji Zhuoran was stunned. Following her words, scenes of past events suddenly appeared in his mind.

This sentence began that year. She was pregnant with Xiao Rui, and they loved and loved car trips together, watched late-night movies together, and watched the "Wandering Earth", which was full of doomsday scenes.

Later, she discovered the facts he had concealed, and knew that Xiao Rui had been sent to Ye’s house and it was impossible to return. When the break broke, she said, "Forgive you at the end of the world". Later, she acted in a scene of suspended animation. So far go flying high.

After she came back, they entangled and argued, wandering in countless obsessions of letting go and grasping, letting go or torturing each other became the biggest question, she still said, "Forgive you at the end of the world".

Later, after countless conflicting nights, he finally chose to let go, but because of his sudden illness, she disrupted her departure...

Until now.

She used to think that it would never happen, the apocalyptic scene, unexpectedly appeared so suddenly on the sea on a typhoon day or a rainstorm day.

He also began to try to confess, telling all the unbearable things he had done.

However, at this moment, they died nine times, and they might die on this precarious boat in the next second.

Those blaming and being blamed, those grudges and entanglements, finally seem less important at this moment.

"Thank you." He said, letting go of her slightly, lowered his head, and kissed her lips.

She raised her head, smiled slightly, and kissed him back.

Countless storms and heavy rain witnessed their kiss called forgiveness.

At this moment, life and death, pain and obsession, seem to be no longer important.

The important thing is love and salvation.

Another big wave hit them and scattered them on the deck.

"Go to the cabin!" Ji Zhuoran stood up while pulling her into the cabin.

They entered the cabin and closed the door. The wind and rain around them seemed to have nothing to do with them.

She hugged him backhand, "Ji Zhuoran, I'm a little cold."

She was already wet by the cold sea water, so she could only hug him harder, drawing a little bit of warmth from him.

And he hugged her backhand.

I don't know how long this hug can last, or how long they can love.

But one more second of love is a good thing to be thankful for in life.

It was so peaceful and quiet at the moment.

Only two of them are left in the world.

Time seemed to pause at this moment.

He lowered his head and gave her another kiss.

And she kissed back.

After a while, he stretched out his hand, peeled off her soggy and sticky clothes, picked up the blanket in the side cabin, and wanted to wrap her cold.

During the action, he didn't know what he had bumped into. Music sounded in the cabin and sang an old song.

"His frivolousness stays in a certain carriage. The wind in the subway is heavier than memories. The whole city has been waiting for me, and there is a relationship that is still drifting..."

Ji Zhuoran listened attentively, while helping her wipe her wet hair, while remembering the poems of Tagore that she had read when she was young.

The world kissed me bitterly, but I replied with song.

At this moment, he understood the meaning of the poem.

And she was listening carefully to the song and feeling everything at the moment. She watched the waves sweeping outside the window, tears slowly seeping from the corners of her eyes.

Why, why must it be this time before she understands what is most important?

At this moment, that song is still singing:

"I love him, vigorous and craziest. My dreams have been broken but never forgotten. I used to believe that tomorrow is the future. I didn’t want to wake up how bad the plot is. I love him and stumbled to despair. I have been deeply hurt but will never forget that he and I no longer belong to this place.

, The first paradise, the final absurdity..."

Amidst the singing, they snuggled together quietly.

Another big wave hits, it seems that it has drowned everything...